Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
I can’t say for sure what artist brought it into this
world,
eight legs and beauty on its mind. I did not fare as well
in Geometry, I’ll admit. There is a reverence, an awe for
the magic it spins and then weaves in the night, mooned
or pitch. It pains me so to encounter it first thing
on a trail, feeling it thick and sticky across my face
before
my eyes adjusted to the wild. To destroy a Master’s
work: how do we do this and yet keep going?
~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
From "Truth and Beauty: Poems on the Nature of Our Humanity"
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