Spider in Times Square | By Samuel Strathman

A shadow descends

toward the arachnid

like a derailed

freightliner.

The crawler shivers

in waves, a parted

forest.

Heavy lies the anvil,

a chasm made

with the force

of a hundred

thousand windchimes.

When the dust

settles, Times Square

is a swimming pool,

moats spanning for days.

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Samuel Strathman is a poet, author, educator, and co-editor at Cypress: A Literary Journal.