While the sun warms the world you start to unspool. Set anchor lines from flowerpot to wooden step, to railing, to siding with calculation, tension, balance. Work your way from ray to ray, don’t worry about running out. Remember: before you even began, you consumed yesterday’s efforts, what worked and what did not, and they supplement your spinning today. You can spin all kinds of lines – mostly nouns, but also sticky adjectives, frizzy adverbs that easily catch, taut verbs at junctures. Don’t worry about falling: these words can bear your weight, the weight of your spirit on days when merciless birds with hungry beaks and blithe dogs with careless tails roam everywhere. It’s a silk that could take you anywhere, can float between trees, span the distance from house to garage, impressive and a little frightening dew-beaded like a mourning shawl. But here, in the little lyric web connecting pansies to steps, each strand shines in sunlight.
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