Thursday, June 2, 2011
spider survivor
spider survivor (j-blue 53: washing a mat)
she thinks she is abandoned : a lost, tiny princess. She
saw the others go, whisked
away on the mat
where they all hatched -oh, fond
mat! gone now, and
only this lorn green bath room
wallto cling to ,and this
gnawing hunger in her belly. -don't fall, little one
of the yellow diamonds, little one of the
orange and black (soft fur) keep tight
to that barren lone wall
for you're the last -i
drowned the rest.
2011 Peter Greene.
Labels:
Canadian poets,
Peter Greene
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