Essays, Poems, &…blclifton2016-08-19T08:24:40-07:00
CLAY
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.