Muriel Nelson
We lean close to admire the web
then blow on it
gently.
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.
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