Pardon
Before morning’s white-wash,
a garden spider abandons
silver knots. He sways –
hemlock to peach.
Yellow belly slides web-heart,
waits out serrated wind.
I toss warm toast
to mulling song birds. Set aside
infringements from stale times.
Crusts picked over, the flock
explodes off damp leaves.
A single excited wing.
Sam Barbee
Sam Barbee’s poems have appeared Poetry South, The NC Literary Review, Crucible, Asheville Poetry Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina. His second poetry collection, That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016.
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