Blond Spider Boy
There is a blond spider
on the window screen
behind my blue reading
chair. He makes me think
of a blond boy whose pain
was unbearable. He looks
like a star—the spider
that is. The boy looked
like a star too but can
no longer be seen—
self-extinguished.
A spider sits so still
you expect him to be
there forever,
but a spider is not
a star and neither
is a boy no matter
how brilliant and besides
even stars explode
or eventually run
out of fuel.
© Rich Heller
Rich Heller’s work has appeared in dozens of publications including Hiram Poetry Review, Modern Haiku, The Minnesota Review, and Watershed. He is a sustainability professional and a volunteer native-plant gardener at Minadeo Elementary School and Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens. His spoken word and songs can be found at his YouTube channel.
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