Can you hear it -
the quiet creeping in
beneath the streets?
Trees stand alone
casting long shadows;
silence echoes
in the hollow street.
I watch a spider squirm
trapped in its own web;
It asks me for mercy.
How am I to give mercy
when I haven't accepted it?
© 2013 Helena Malheur
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