Wednesday, March 21, 2018


Arachnophobial Blues

House flies jam on silken strands,
Bringing the blues home,
Webs are mostly space, like atoms
Connected by invisible strands of force,
Electrons, coming in too close, may stick.
Here the analogy snaps, the fly, tumbling,
Wings glue-stuck and trembling,
Plummeting through space,
To the glad microbial arms,
Of its vasty final home.

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