a poem. we walk, slow and quiet, these days.

spider-catching girl

spider-catching girl,
she watches,
closely.
signs of life and knotted strings.
birds, in the trees and in the windows,
singing, quiet, tire treads
move in her like water
and black rocks.
spiderwebs make creases
in the air, skies unfolding,
like paper cranes with minds of their own.
quiet. like coffee.
full of colors, she walks
everywhere. sidewalks wake up,
feel her fingertips,
but they never say so.
they are quiet, too.
a funny kind of understanding
full of smoke and clinking bracelets,
clinking leaves.
spider-catching girl, she walks,
she watches,
deep breaths and dark corners,
breaking,
listening too hard
and dancing hollow.
listening
like two sparrows moving,
darting,
crashing
in the dark.