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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce
The frontal view, of course. But she's shy. Actually, on the facing page are musings on a possible haiku:
spider on thread drops descends stops pause
reflection in glass door, window
focus shift? looking outside, then at reflection, then at up close spider.
play on "reflection"
-or- capture sense of waiting, pause, time still
spider stops at eye level - I stop
both waiting. I hear each tick of a clock. cliché?
a movement, glance
to see a spider
stop
glance up
to
see
a
spider
stop
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You've convinced me, PH. Curvy butts it is! By the way, I think there's something decidedly Freudian about your lyrics. I just can't put my finger in it.