Spinning
Orb spider
webs her magic
beside our back door.
For two days
we watch her float the middle,
dance, then still.
Watch her tiptoe
across soft net,
tightrope walker,
hide behind light fixture.
A small thing catches,
profanes two rows,
spins helpless,
waiting.
Then, third morning,
she’s gone, no trace
she was ever there,
no strands lifting on soft breeze.
What alchemy she
has worked. As dawn
transforms dark to light,
we blink, shake loose
from her
glamor.
Peggy Hammond lives in the mountains of North Carolina. Her recent poems appear or are forthcoming in Roanoke Review, The Spotlong Review, Straylight Literary Magazine, ZiN Daily, Ghost City Review, Salvation South, The Shore, Street Cake Magazine, NELLE, The Avalon Literary Review, and elsewhere. She is a Best of the Net nominee, an Eric Hoffer Poetry Award nominee, and the author of The Fifth House Tilts (Kelsay Books, 2022). Find her on Twitter @PHammondPoetry or visit her website:https://peggyhammondpoetry.com/
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