Like a spider that weaves a fragile web and tries to give it sense and order,
I lay down and arrange my feelings.
Sometimes I place it on the corner wall, high up, above some ceilings.
Sometimes there's nowhere else to put it but beween palm, leaves, and walkways.
I leave them there
in spite of callous hands and rain,
or unsuspecting passersby
who would walk into my silver thread
without regard
and crush it.
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