a world almost

how delicate
the cobweb strung
between trees

the precise lattice
of design destroyed
as I walk through.

now I feel
the glue of those
invisible threads

the itch of
spiders crawling,
await the bite. . .

oblivious to other 
symmetries    made useless,
the secret order of things
torn apart

I turn into
the shadow
under the branches

look back at
a world
almost too small
	to notice

no longer there

Ken Cathers has a  B.A. from the University of Victoria and a M.A. from

York University in Toronto.  He has been published in numerous

periodicals, anthologies as well as seven  books of poetry,  most recently

Letters From the Old Country with Ekstasis Press. His work has appeared

in publications in Canada, the United States, Australia, Ireland and Africa. He lives on Vancouver Island with his family in a small colony of trees.

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