Have you ever sat out side,
Blowing smoke rings around the moon?
Out of the corner of your eye
Something glimmers.
Silver strings weave together,
Making patterns
A spiders finger print on the world.
A death trap
Made of necessity.
Have you ever blown smoke into it?
Staring with amazement as it stops
Mid-air billowing around silver death
Before pressing through the holes
And melting away into the darkness?
I have.
And it was beautiful.
© 2006 Natelle Kruse
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