Poem: He Saw A Spider Scurry

He Saw A Spider Scurry

over the roof of some car
that sat idle in the dark,
but I did not see it,
looked too late
or not where it was,
I only heard him speak of it,
I cannot say the size, the color,
can guess at species
from our locale, but
I did not see it at all,
and he has forgotten, now.
I remember it,
remember what he saw
that I did not,
am still wondering
what creatures lurk
right before
my unnoting eyes.

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