The nearly white spider and I nearly collided
on the path from the library
The breeze carried her away a bit - then the nearly invisible thread
continued swinging back and forth
The pale creature kept hanging on - tightening her many legs,
then loosening them once again.
Curling and unfurling on her trapeze -
Her constantly traveling tight rope
I felt the pleasure and exhilaration the spider feels, I suppose,
Sunlight and air and just enough freedom.
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