weaver

i am a weaver

(my mom's birth name was weaver)

trained by a weaver

at university

not this weaver

but early this morning

a weaver wasn't showing up,

but had spun and woven

a beautiful web.

it's probably a grass spider, 

 a funnel weaver,

and 

because i am a bit squeemish about spiders

i didn't try to temp it

into showing up

(though i thought about doing that)

 i know where the front door is

yes.

i was tempted to take this frisbee-sized web home

to spin into a thread for myself

but

i didn't.

i went out walking

just after the light show ended,

on this misty morning.
~~~
and then i heard the morning news.
there is no sense.
maybe  
we are doomed.
too much violence.
too much.