How thrilling to find you in your
tiny life zigzagging pages
of this book at I look for Frost's
poem concerning a spider.
I contemplate
the killing now as he did. You, dancing
on print when I could slam you shut
and open to death.
His spider seems
bulbous and slow by the tone of their
encounter. Your are pale and swift,
legs finer than infant hairs.
Your
careening on this plain of words is
charming. And by this line, you could
be squashed by my lethal finger, instead,
you flee into the folds of the book's spine.
by Maria Sassi
Maria Sassi's has been Poet Laureate of West Hartford, Connecticut. She has two books: Rooted in Stars (Singular Speech Press, 1998), What I See (Hanover Press, 1997). Her other publication credits include poetry in Blue Unicorn, Connecticut River Review, Italian Americana, and Pivot.
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