The Web

October 18th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
She draped her canopy
To dry
Between the hedge
And leafy sky.
A fringe of shawl
For gypsy moth
But it was I
The spider caught.
The sticky threads
Were interlaced
To form a net
About my face.
Such a dance
You never saw,
The spider clung
To Murphy’s law.
She drew her curtain
Across the path
Knowing I
Would not be back.
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One Response to “The Web”

  1. Amateurcardinal Says:

    Felicito, que palabras adecuadas…, la idea brillante poem …. brevity #gud

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