It’s spring and the spider
outside the window is back.
When I walk I see the couples
holding hands
while I pocket mine.
It’s spring and the couples
smile at each other.
When I enter my new home
I feel the silence
and walk again to the window.
I watch the outside spider
inside this trickster spring.
Who are you here? I ask
as I have no one
holding my hand.
Cross-posted at https://open.substack.com/pub/joanvinallcox/p/april-weavings?r=oj9j7&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web which includes an audio version.
Learning Living 
Seems one of my moments where I seldom express my experiences neither verbally nor in writing.
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