Tuesday, October 1, 2013


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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