Why I Can’t Get Rid of Those Cobwebs
To be a spider, you must not give up.
You spend the night, unsleeping, drawing out
your finest patterns, stretched so taut, upheld
by threads attached securely here and here.
A lovely sight. Your best work yet. And then
A giant with no love of art, no heart,
sweeps it away. Torn threads. A jumble where
there was design and beauty. So, you start again.