with a giant
spider in the back yard.
her web
reaches from one
fence to the other,
i can't get out the back
gate without going
through it.
she looks at me
and shakes her head,
pointing with one
long arm to go under.
please, her spooky eyes beg.
it's a beautiful web.
well constructed.
i can see the fine thread
of it meticulously
connected in squares
and rectangles, gleaming wet
in the early morning
sun. i appreciate it.
the fine art of capture.
so i go under.
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