A spider in our doorway

Had labored hard last night

To spin its web across the frame

Presuming squatter’s rights

It seemed a shame to tell him

“It simply isn’t so.

The only thing you’ll catch are heads.

And so you’ll have to go.”

I took a broom and gently

One swipe, one night erased

Then offered him a ride to earth

And watched him sulk away

But earth you aren’t so gentle

When we get in your way

One swipe, one life is quickly changed

Remolded into clay.