From other
angles the
fibers look
fragile, but
not from the
spider’s, always
hauling coarse
ropes, hitching
lines to the
best posts
possible. It’s
heavy work
everyplace,
fighting sag,
winching up
give. It
isn’t ever
delicate
to live.
P.S. have discovered Kay's poems today reading blog ' The Improvised Life'. I like the structure, the words she chooses and invents, and a room they leave for the reader to react in their personal way.
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