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The risen sun invisible
Covered by clouds of gray
A spider web made visible
By wet particles this day

Its delicate intricate shape
Coated by tiny drops
Flowing on variable breeze
Like summer's rotation crops

First the droplets of fog flow east
Then they flow from the west
Then they fall downward to the ground
Or upon the porch's guest 

Then the spider web gently flutters
Like a flag upon a pole
Stretched taunt to a near breaking point
Seemingly filled with holes

Breezes in opposing ripples
Push the web to the brink
Upon those breezes light moisture
Caught, the web doesn't sink

A human touches the web and sticks
Pulls away, the web folds
Waterdroplets lined up like beads
Upon a necklace of gold__

God's design is perfect unflawed
Mankind can choose his part
Which way will his choices lead
Will man use head or heart

The poem could stand with leaving the last stanza off but I am leaving it
even if it means disqualification..Three lines too many..

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