Poem: Touched

 

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"