poking a spider on the dock
the boy imagines himself in a web
small, struggling

Some days are like this:
hurry run wait stand in line
swear and grit your teeth.

Some days are like this:
hear say think and do nothing
more than breathe and smile

The boy catches flies
throw them into corner webs
spiders thank their god

Gary Busha is a poet, editor, and publisher who lived in Eau Claire during the middle 1970s. These poems appeared in Bay View Spiders and are reprinted by permission of the author. More from Gary.

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