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Aug 2018
Every night at dusk
from the edge of the balcony
across the space to the elm tree,
I watch a spider spin an invisible web.

Back and forth she travels,
suspended on her tightrope,
preparing for insects who will drift unaware
into her invisible net, like youth into middle age.
Written by
Kitty Kroger
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