Suspended in her web in my washbasin.
Is she wondering, like me, what that next step will be, the entry
Into an unknown which may lead to better horizons, or not,
For her, the freshness of the outdoors, for me, more time inside pondering words,
Syntax and shape, capitalization and story telling.
When night falls and I mount the stairs to brush my teeth,
Will she be there to accompany me on our journeys
Or shall I travel alone.
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