So swift the movement
of grace in dance of air was caught
within the gentle hold of web
laced to the corner of the house
It called me from a quick glance
that stopped half-way to the mailbox
delighted
a thief of happenstance
and a seed to rescue
Frangible ovule of flight I blew
again to drift on current with breeze
not reckoned more than breath
from lips to kiss the flight of fairy
across the lawn away
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