Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Wanderer

I saw a shadow-stretched spider in the laundry room
scuttling its drinking straw legs 
across the single lane of light from the hall,
so I began hopping in place and shaking my hands
as though drying my nails,
and had a fit of laughter

before I walked across the threshold
barefoot, wary, and grinning.

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