i saved a spider today while doing dishes. made me think of
nursery rhymes and how the rhythm of dreams stick with you.
like oatmeal can, come sunday morning; thick with strawberries, blueberries, or occasional raisins (the un-cooked kind). anyway,
he came out of nowhere, tried to climb a hundred times up a stainless steel sink, but just couldn't make it. he wasn't very ugly
on a spider scale of 1 to 10, so i paper-toweled a bridge to him;
let him go; onto party lights hanging, just outside my screen door.