The daddy-long-
legs, as if bitten
twists in the heavy
rain, stretches legs
that tip-toe across
ground, but take
on no weight
or traction:
in the frenzied
dim of things, doubles
over, eight eyes
fixed on silver
abdomen, kissing it
goodbye as it hits
the lip of a storm
drain and drops.
Goodnight, Spider
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direct yet delicate, this one is like a story (and the picture too) – it really got me, the internal/external vision, very resonant
nice..you seem to like spiders..
Your daddy-long-legs spider is a bit different than the one we have here in SoCal..enjoyed the verse.
Love it. Nice use of enjambment.
I love this! It’s so sinuous and moves down the page so nicely.
A base-jumping spider
Fascinating insect-world minutiae masterfully captured