The spider
Captured
The sun
I was already
Prone
To introspection
The morning air
Cold
On my bare shoulders
The shadows of the night
Had taken residence
Beneath my eyes
And it's possible
I found the space
To cry
If someone
(a child perhaps)
Were to ask
Could a spider
Spin a web
Around the sun
Surely
Before this morning
I would have responded
In the negative
Which is a reminder
To stop thinking
I'm so open minded
When I can't even
Imagine
This
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