26 – Spider Dancing

He, the cellar spider,
is intent on
invading the
quiet undersill
of the kitchen spider,
and she,
her domicile
so neatly tended,
looks tense.
This morning
I said out loud

this is your dance space,
this is my dance space

but she hadn’t seen the movie,
so I just chased him
away with a spoon.

With a nod to Dirty Dancing. Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #26. So tell me, do spiders sing? Find out in Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK

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