it has been a strange week
of finding the new normal
and adjusting the adjustments
of webbing and spinning the
silk over and under
somehow piecing together
the new faces with the old-
oh, familiarity
how tricky you are
and I think of summers past
that I lived for, live for
and while the malaise
was there, somehow
the summers are what
I hold on to-
and now the spider
dashes to mend the holes
and the bumble bee flies on,
though aerodynanically it wouldn’t,
but it does,
buzzing,
and the spider is quiet,
suspended
looking longingly
at the weavings of summers past,
her heart is heavy, her arms limp
and though she knows
the summer sun will warm
her frigid body,
she cannot help but
sigh.
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