spider
strands
diagonal
sunroom doors
I can see them
magnified
shining
exquisite
in the morning sun
the work of two or three days
destroyed when I open sliding door
and walk out into leaf busy lawn
ground hard and dry
trees still green but starting to autumn
stroll past garden into small woods world
teeming home of squirrel and sparrow
wind whispers through branches above
and I stop to listen to this September jazz
swing me into
eight-
legged
spin
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