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The Spider Swing

Sway down the hill
her braids tangle
pebbles fall with
his strong hands
off the boat - push;
she swims, caught -
His clutches, hard,
sore wounds, burn.
The moon wanes
a story told,
the Sun is born.
Clouds dance a
cobweb dance for
the skies seeing her
on her swing -
the spider!

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  • individuality gold member
    May 16, 2008

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    a good poem, very fast-paced this is, the web of existence shines in the light of the heavens, what beauty to behold.