bed rest a spider crosses the ceiling in eight seconds flat Published by Ed Markowski Ed Markowski writes and paints in America's Great Lakes Region. View all posts by Ed Markowski
the old barn
a spider’s strand
across my face
insomnia…
a rabbit turns into a dog
on the wall
so noisy
mother pigeon
feeding the hungry ones
a toad rest
the world rests
with him
spider webs in
my outdoor shower
tickle
staring
through an open window
smell of pine, cross the room
summer rain
the jumping spider steps
across the desk
aroused-
moonbeam cross her pale buttock
where the sun had been earlier