Monday, December 19, 2016

Pythagoras or Failing Geometry

I'm spinning webs
Proudly, but for a different reason
Not beautiful, but necessary
I do long for the day
When they hang true and dewy, again
A photographers eye, catching, clicking

"Look at this," she shouts

Handfuls gather and smile
Wishing they could step lightly
Be a part
Daring not breathe
Or we all fall
Starting over is like saying I'm sorry
I am spinning webs and this ones for you