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.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
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.
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