Autumn Spiders
Our window
Outside
Is filthy with autumn webs
The spiders tricked
By kitchen lights
Supplanting the appetite of summer sunrises
Orphaned leaf
Tangles and struggles
Strumming the harp to this windy day
House strokes its white whiskers
Time
Never looks over its shoulder
Or around the corner
I sit still
With broom and rag not lifted
Upstairs I hear
Yesterday’s patter
Of my faded children
Climbing from bed in their pajamas
While I hum to myself
With the autumn spiders.
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