The Spider

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I can’t say for sure what artist brought it into this world,

eight legs and beauty on its mind. I did not fare as well

in Geometry, I’ll admit. There is a reverence, an awe for

the magic it spins and then weaves in the night, mooned

or pitch. It pains me so to encounter it first thing

on a trail, feeling it thick and sticky across my face before

my eyes adjusted to the wild. To destroy a Master’s

work: how do we do this and yet keep going?

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Truth and Beauty: Poems on the Nature of Our Humanity"

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