Saturday, June 20, 2009

Cold Confession

A slight decline in rays reaching north,
and the forest seems torched
What magnificence is our Uni-Verse!

Could I be any creature but human,
I'd choose to be a spider
left alone to my engineering

Except there's a witch on the grounds
determined to kill every spider around
I married her... more than 30 years

Should I wish to see another spring?
Frankly...
I'm not one for wishing.

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