a spider descends
along a line
connecting branch
to branch;
and like harpist’s
fingers play across
the colored strings,
she knows the way
across the sky,
which strands cloy,
which stands clear.
He waits
In a soft cocoon
to be dismantled.
Black mandibles
scissor the air,
slice through
taut tendon.
Then with a quick pop,
he is dismembered.
(April 10, 2015)
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