I see
a
spider
but he
doesn’t
see
me.
I prepare
for battle
and
kill
him.
It still
doesn’t
rain
and I
dying
of
thirst.
So much
for old
wive’s
tales.
What
do I
do now?
I guess
I did
for
want
of
water.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I see
a
spider
but he
doesn’t
see
me.
I prepare
for battle
and
kill
him.
It still
doesn’t
rain
and I
dying
of
thirst.
So much
for old
wive’s
tales.
What
do I
do now?
I guess
I did
for
want
of
water.