by Charles Schubert22 Jan 2015
Each new genealogy loses some secrets on purpose among the rosemary. How spiders spin glass from dust and silver. While after days
of relentless storms,
no one stops to grieve
one ruined web and its prey. Some insects conjured directly into coffee cups
left cooling over breakfast. Someone might lean close, intent on being mired
to little more than nothing. Others bend and look, before stepping over, returning to gaze
simply at the sky.