the world asks to be seen
the netted scrim catches my hair
again I bat away the threads of this invisible intruder
as if I were here first
yet oh what wonder when it is not an intrusion
that thing that dew does when it gets stuck in a spider’s web
sunlight diamonding off the petals of a new summer morning
the arch or sunflowers rowed in an Ohio field at dusk
who is to say that my hair nested with this cottoned wigging
is not the great intruder
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I love the description of “that thing that dew does when it gets stuck in a spider’s web/sunlight diamonding…” You capture this experience perfectly
the outside stanzas frame exquisite description
Gorgeous: “sunlight diamonding off the petals of a new summer morning”
that thing that dew does when it gets stuck in a spider’s web
sunlight diamonding off the petals of a new summer morning
the arch or sunflowers
Such wonderul images. I can see those rows of sunflowers. And the mindful conclusion — thank you so much for sharing this poem.