Through the Window
by Adrielle Perkins
A single strand of spider’s silk,
Stretched, silver in the sun;
Is sticking to what’s left of summer,
Now that fall’s begun.
by Adrielle Perkins
A single strand of spider’s silk,
Stretched, silver in the sun;
Is sticking to what’s left of summer,
Now that fall’s begun.
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