Spider web
by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa


Invisible is spider web
to the eye, it still catches fly.

The world is filled with things like this.
Whenever I hear the goldcrest

singing with so much heart
in the garden spruce under the summer

blazing sun, I remember
the world is filled with things

like this that catches us but
invisible to the eye.






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