LITTLE WEB

        by Catherine Abbey Hodges

Someone's shaken pollen
into the little web.  You suspect
the sunflower, though it's hard
to think straight, hard

to do anything but go back
to sleep and finish the dream
over which, like the wind or love's
decedents, you have no control.

Just so with the spider, the pollen.
Love's a free fall, time's a fable,
love's the only time you've got.


--from Instead of Sadness (Gunpowder Press, 2015)


SELECTED POEMS ONLINE


An Algebra of Fifty     in Verse Daily

Our Lady of Betwixt     in Cider Press Review

South of Cayucos / Polaris / January Villanelle     in Connotation Press

Anniversary     in String Poet

Something to Fill      in The Cresset

How to Begin     in Verse Daily