Poems

SPIDER WAITING

IN THE CORNER OF MY BATHROOM 

A SPINDER HANGS BY A THREAD 

WAITING FOR A FLY

NOT TIRED BY WAITING

PATIENT TO BE PATIENT

SILENT IN ITS SILENCE

CONTENTED TO BE CONTENTED

THERE IT SITS 

HOUR AFTER HOUR

DAY AFTER DAY

TILL SOMETHING HAPPENS

THE TINY THREAD BREAKES

IT FALLS 

AND WILL BE NO MORE

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