A Prayer For Spiders
God have mercy on spiders
hanging in their webs
waiting for the moon
They seem condemned to loneliness
to a long sleeping in between
How they sweeten our gardens
with their dew encrusted
weavings, touching branches,
framing spaces
And, when the orbed ones
have departed in the daylight
they are not dead,
merely sleeping,
beneath the nearest leaf
waiting for the moon
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