Poetry: Web of Glass

There is a spiders homeattached outside the top floor window of the hospital.Its home faces south west;view of the woods.The dot-like body bouncesin the wind web too transparent for me to ponder uponHow many flies does it catch on the sixth floor?Not many, not enoughBugs that hit the glassaiming for the hallway lightget tangled by deceptionWindow washer will comereclaimContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Web of Glass”