Spider Run
I want to run
but my bag of spiders
is a fragile weight,
protected from the others
who'd just begun, with hate,
to tear them from the webs they'd spun
when the bell rang
and recess was done.
Not in the bathroom
like I'd told the teacher,
but outside in the sun
saving spiders from kids
who think cruelty is fun -
releasing them in a field
behind the school.
I hope they will be safe.
And now I run,
clutching my empty lunch bag.
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