I lied. Finished during office hours. #7 A Young Spider'...

I lied. Finished during office hours.
#7

A Young Spider's Silk Parachute Carries it Long Distances

In ecstatic clothing the neighborhood

dresses each morning: hollyhock and fir,

canapé of fog with sour sun

growing less by afternoon. Now spider

goes flying, thread so thin the smallest touch

and the tulip poplar strips down to wood.

This is a spider's world where stars are hung,

are the silk-rapt bodies of flies. They invite

and they threaten: "Who so pulleth out this