Sunday, 6 September 2020
Dry Web.
I opened the door of the outside toilet
And was flicked in the face by a spiders web.
Perhaps I am the dream food for arachnids,
Dinner - tea - supper for a hundred years;
No more of hunting for migrant insects,
No more of spinning silk through space.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 6th. 2020.
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