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She, still,
perches upon her trap of adhesive.
Crisscrossing wires
sit coated in glue.
She is poised in her bearing.
still,
ever ready to act
upon the feel of movement
traveling through,
the warp and the weft,
as electricity from pole to pole.
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Imperceptibly just beneath her calm,
an energy is stored.
A welcome intruder makes way into her home.
Her calm facade evaporates
as boiling water turns to steam.
Methodically, energy spun,
she stuns and wraps the stumbling fool
in streamers and in ribbon.
The immobile wanderer is a package
in white;
one saved for later self giving.
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Innately clever,
some actions are deemed cruel,
but there is an earthy beauty
in these tedious life rules.
Precision with her design
painstakingly brought to be,
she weaves warp and weft
with tenacious intensity.
Alert senses
and swift in her strike,
an efficient laborer is she,
instinctively attentive to the work
of which is continually in need.
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Each movement is measured and exact.
Charlotte is purpose and symmetry.
She lives in her own silence
and in the loquat tree.
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MJ Goodman
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