A Bag of Spiders
A BAG of SPIDERS
I sit alone on the bench
Conversing with each passing breeze
A lone squirrel stops to listen
Its attentive tail mesmerized
There is a web of sunshine about my head
As if it were a bag full of spiders
Rustling in the darkness
Of a web-less mind
Drifting away in sunset’s shadows
©6/6/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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