I saw two shadow people standing
by the pond, against an afternoon's light
on rushes, the thin arm of one
reaching from between the small
planets of water-lilies, and saw
that a spider has strung threads
from the other's knees to silver
out over the water adjacent to
the paired black wings of damselflies
& their tiny dance of egg-laying. And
I was strangely at peace with both of them,
each modest eclipse reaching,
and I was at peace that whoever
had cut their forms, painting them black,
set them there as
additions to light.
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