Touched
fingerprints of god,
spiderwebs
sun-gilded and shadow-pinched,
tatterdemlions in some,
others
an impeccable piety of lace.
to walk alongside
these irregular trestles,
each an orb-weaver’s pearl,
invokes joy and abyss,
the sinister and the seraphic;
and as well a manic curiosity:
why such a bright trap
placed just so?
why endow a wing-catcher
right here.
and there.
and here …
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it's a poem about orbweaver webs in sunlight, how they look like fingertips, and more
...3/26 ... "trestles" replaces "trestleworks"
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