Spiderweb
From other angles the fibers look fragile, but not from the spider’s, always hauling coarse ropes, hitching lines to the best posts possible. It’s heavy work everyplace, fighting sag, winching up give. It isn’t ever delicate to live.
Kay Ryan (2010)
This is the desert that lost its mind, the place that boredom built. Freeways, condominiums, malls, where cartons of trash and diamonds and ideologies are opened, used, dumped near the sea.
The moon the oldest streetlight touches them with its intangible snow