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Maple seedlings stagger downward,

drift into my yard. The garden sleeps,

oblivious to April.

 

Across the patio, a spider twists silk,

contemplating a masterpiece.

She spies a bare iron pedestal

and makes a leap of faith.

 

 

 

Gail Eisenhart‘s poems can be found in The Centrifugal Eye, You Must Remember This, Adanna Journal, The Tishman Review, and in Flood Stage: an anthology of St. Louis Poets. A retired Executive Assistant, she works part time at the Belleville (Illinois) Public Library and travels in her spare time collecting memories that usually show up in new poems.

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