Saturday, July 28, 2012


Once a whirling dervish without restraint,
here and there a dance on wind
as spiders toiled in vain to hook
a wisp of leg or arm;
the will of this one a stone
plopped through woven webbing
left a  gaping hole of unpaired threads
fluttering like severed strings
on cut-off jeans.

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