under this leaf

mostly I see the small things that are close to me.
Early July in the Pacific Northwest.   Spiders are beginning
to claim their space.   A few isolated filaments whisper their
coming tale.   Only rarely a full web set sail into the breeze.

My pleasure for these first solo keepers of webs.   I’ve
realized these small tender bits of living encourage me.
Maybe now room enough for me as well.

I root for spiders.   I root for snails.   I am their friend.

            I wish them well.

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