Broken Box of SpidersA Poem by Leslie Philibert
Spiders or the past
Why should I care about the past ?
a broken box of spiders.
Why should I admire such a lot of paint ?
rain is just a lot of water, the sun a light
that is thin in winter, and the rest expected -
comfortable and lazy to the eye.
Let me climb out of a ditch next to a road,
sniff the night air, a damaged seed.
© 2012 Leslie Philibert
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Last Updated on July 17, 2012
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