prep

the hand shakes the rag,

wields the steel-bristled brush;

 

thinks nothing of the web,

the daddy-longlegs;

 

and it, or she,

sees nothing of the world,

which is

 

more elaborate,

complex,

than hers,

 

the air

from which she builds

her construction.

2 thoughts on “prep”

  1. Love this spider piece, Marco, that dangling closing line:
    sees nothing of the world,
    which is

    more elaborate,
    complex,
    than hers,

    the air
    from which she builds
    her construction.

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