SPIDER SENSE  


He thinks of how a spider makes its web, how the web is torn
                        by people with brooms, insects, rapacious birds; how the spider
                        rebuilds and rebuilds, until the wind takes the web and breaks it
                        and flicks it into heaven's blue and innocent immensity.
                                                                                                - Stephen Dobyns

Windowing
The whiteness
Of the wind, the blind's incandescence
Without the storm's eye as I
See a web, unspidered.

Fled from the dead, I hear
The mourners in the living room

Chanting my name.

My shadow looms in a corner,
Reaching for cobwebs while a whorl

Of gossamer whirls on my head,
Darkly, lest they see me,
Skull-shaven or with hairs graying on
The wee hours
Of awareness.


- Philippine Free Press
      6/4/94

Myke U. obenieta
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