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Spider Morning

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spider-morning

the spiders of the morning

spin webs made of dew

all day the birds sway like leaves

on the tree by your window


the grass sings melodies in the wind

the flowers collect butterflies

the clouds nibble at the sun


in the evening the postman walks by your house

and forgets to leave the letters i never wrote

the spiders come out of their hiding


at night

i dream of silk as the sheets

wrap around my sleep.

Comments

Tamara Moore on June 27, 2017:

I like this very much, and I sense there to be very deep meaning below the surface. Intriguing!

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