Homage to the Spider's Art
It had strung its masterpiece
across my path and barred
my way not by force or by means
I couldn't break, but by a fragile,
spectral thread secured to a part of me
it somehow knew would not destroy
the beauty of its art, but would pause
in reverence to view, say a prayer,
then turn back to let it be.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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