He told me that small spiders will
jump from tree to tree, bush to bush,
letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind,
leaving residue behind that
we walk into in the mornings.
I listened, absorbed, nodded
and wondered where my own string would lead
if I jumped away from him.

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