Stretched across the narrow gangway
On strands so delicate
Ariachne would be challenged.
A net, weighted with morning drizzle
Fills a corner
That no one else could use.
A high wire
Impossibly long, defying gravity, unsupported across the center of the garden.
Over my little buddha
In poetic commentary
On summer’s fade
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