We all, occasionally,have a spider crawling upon us, without our knowledgeor consentIt only makes sense Walking beneath canopies of foliage or flower, trellis or arbor,through doorways–and sometimes at night, I would imagine,while we lay asleep and unawarePerhaps across our face,perhaps resting in our hair, consideringour open mouth from which bellows a great, sweet windas itContinue reading “Perhaps It Crawls Inside”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 