I stare/into my untended garden/of a morning/dappled light barely whispering the treetops/this bower encapsulating my tiny haven/when my eye spies a single leaf/floating in air/a graceful unlikely thing/full of impossibilities/slowly it twirls/disappearing on edge/tauntingly there again/as a stiff breeze shifts/the violent thread/ dances like a hanging thing/jerked and held in death/in the back of/my untended garden/it seems there is a giant sticky web/spun stealthily/to trap/those happy flitting passers by/I didn’t do it/ I cry/weakly/yet I make no move/none at all/no/none at all/ to set the captive/free
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