04-04-2020, 04:32 PM
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Dewdrops drag down spoolworths
of silk, make stick on metal &
ceramic. Like twigs or leaves:
loose legs, wings. Occasional
tremors to beat the ages’ dust
off, the long-rusted faucet
overhead yet squeaks from age
to age. No one shut the main.
My guess is it’s the weather:
wind, weight, wetness. There’s
nothing else to do but guess.
When will that spider come?
Dewdrops drag down spoolworths
of silk, make stick on metal &
ceramic. Like twigs or leaves:
loose legs, wings. Occasional
tremors to beat the ages’ dust
off, the long-rusted faucet
overhead yet squeaks from age
to age. No one shut the main.
My guess is it’s the weather:
wind, weight, wetness. There’s
nothing else to do but guess.
When will that spider come?

