309–Poet’s Life

spiders once venerated
relegated to dusty garages
webs there only heebeegeebeed
the beauty of pattern and weave
lost in neglect but i remember
seeing you in the circle
path after path leading to
the same place strong resolve
inner knowing spinning though
no one sees or hears the beauty
destroying what is unrecognized
yet again i weave these words and wait
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