Dusty cobwebs
hang on a boat
and it's not even my
boat, but Mark's
memory.

A parked schooner
on the Chesapeake
Bay is a perfect home
for a spider.

The easy life,
where everything
is either food or
lethal threat.

Now I understand
what Ueshiba says;
there is no sport.

I spin filigree strands
hoping to catch,
fishing or bait
cutting on a *******
boat, a spider
who sometimes mistakes
mate for morsel.