Here, here!
I had written this poem years ago, but with the slow trantion into Fall we will be soon be experiencing, I thought I would share it with you.
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Autumn
My lofty spider feels October.
Eight glorious legs
spinning an Autumn web.
He asks me to touch
to see if it works.
I put my finger on a curve,
envioning a poor fly or gnat
whispering to himself,
“Goddamn these wings.”
I peel the invible glue
from my index finger.
He patches up the hole I left,
nging to himself a pagan song
about harvest, sacrifice.