i am a weaver
(my mom's birth name was weaver)
trained by a weaver
at university
not this weaver
but early this morning
a weaver wasn't showing up,
but had spun and woven
a beautiful web.
it's probably a grass spider, 
 a funnel weaver,
because i am a bit squeemish about spiders
i didn't try to temp it
into showing up
(though i thought about doing that)
 i know where the front door is
i was tempted to take this frisbee-sized web home
to spin into a thread for myself
i didn't.
i went out walking
just after the light show ended,
on this misty morning.
and then i heard the morning news.
there is no sense.
we are doomed.
too much violence.
too much.