Friday, September 12, 2014

A long minute

It’s a long minute, a spider hanging by her thread;
and in that minute, limb to limb a shadow spreads like a blue canyon;
death cannot describe it, motionless as it is,
though a held breath might,
when she once


Jan said...

I am not a big fan of spiders, William...but I sure am a fan of your writings. Including this one :)

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. I suppose that together, they make a tangled web; but, taken one at a time, and seen in the right light, they don’t pose a threat.