Why are there so very many spider webs on kthread?
This is how my day begins—with morning webs draped across cacti like necklaces tossed off by flappers, the many strands tangled after a night’s revelry (certainly explains the dew),
or hovering like white noise,
catching stray new light as though a cornet,
and often working from underneath, the spiders tool coded strands,
attentive only to the attached lines, while I am easily distracted by the circular and hexagonal bokeh that imprint the air like softened measures from celestas…
