The Repentant Culprit
by Chad Norman

Breaking the web
–not the entirety–
just the lone strand
fallen between firs
now holding up nothing,
stuck to my summerless face
covered in dew,
slowly blowing out breaths
I have begun to see
more and more
as mornings begin
to prepare me for
the months of cold,
when the spider's miracle
is replaced
by a flake of snow.



 

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