shadow

Spring cleaning

I sweep the dusty walls
where craftsman spider
has spun her silken web
with artless grace.
My lightest breath has set
the strands to stirring
as she dangles from
a filament in space,
a silent witness to my
indecision...
Must I destroy
this filigree of lace?

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