R o b e r t   P e s i c h

A n   E v e n i n g   C o m m u t e

 

At home, in my garden, I hear

the giant crushers of the cement factory

begin their nocturnal roar.

 

A crimson spider, smaller than a dewdrop,

casts her towline from a flaming rose

to my face, almost as good as a leaf.

 

I watch her cross the chasm.

She wanders in my hair.

Her shimmering line billows

 

holding me briefly to the blossom.

 

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Annie Stenzel

 

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Rupprecht Mayer (i)

 

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Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco

 

Kyle Norwood

 

Milla van der Have

 

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