A spider is perched on a web near one of my side mirrors A web is tangled on itself, stretching from the door to the mirror We learn at a young age that spiders make these beautiful homes for themselves Each one is unique And the silk, that shimmering thread, is one of the strongest materials on earth They quickly repair their home if it's damaged Or build entirely new ones in drastic cases Have you ever seen one adorned with raindrops after a storm? Or the way frost makes them glisten with crystals in early spring? One morning, you rise to find a two-foot web, swaying in the breeze by your porchlight. And you watch it. Silently thinking to yourself (myself) About how that home was built in a day. While your home (my home) took so long to build. So you let your homes coexist. A shelter for a shelter. Repaired, moved, and made on all your (my) own.
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