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She Misses and Wishes We Could All Live Together

Muriel Nelson

We lean close to admire the web
then blow on it


It stretches and vibrates
more violently than we blew

and the spider we saw is two.

Then one.
It’s still now.

She’s leaving. We blow from the other side.

Again, stretching, shaking, doubling.
Again, stillness.

This can be repeated.

We’re together. She misses.
She’s two.