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Moonlight Prayers
A boat in dock
collects more spider webs
than leaves do sunlight
on a hot July day.
Maybe, they’re attracted
to water as we are:
leaning into mother’s breast
when no other comfort will suffice.
They weave their moonlight prayers,
fragile tethers to nature’s pangs.
But, for the sweep of a black bristle broom
their fate would be a midnight feast.
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