Saturday, April 16, 2016

The Spider

I weave my web willingly, although
I know it will never need to weather
storms, trials or strains. I need it
only an hour, only till a struggle
calls me out, keen with craving, over
the triplines, trailing destruction through my canvas
that lives just long enough to let me trap
a meal. Then immediately, I mend it. And wait.

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