Non-Erotic PoetryArachnitectA spider with silk’n
time to spare has spun
a random web as if in play
flexing all eight legs
leaps from hedge
to ledge to dying sun
flower and back,
a zigzag flag.
Her secret safety line is there
the breeze and sun send
electric streaks along its length
only to hide once more.
The architect has long gone
leaving her sticky trap
but I’m no fly and
know where not to go.
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