
A fine web spun between
a cap on the rack and
my blue jacket.
Later I walked through a strand
of silk across
my bedroom door.
If the sun shone inside
I would see the webs
crisscross my
rooms like they do
in my yard.
A fine web spun between
a cap on the rack and
my blue jacket.
Later I walked through a strand
of silk across
my bedroom door.
If the sun shone inside
I would see the webs
crisscross my
rooms like they do
in my yard.