Next
An iridescent spider weaves a web
Her whole body moves like a single hand
Knotting lace.
Pull, stretch, dip, next
Pull, stretch, dip, next.
My friend prepares dinner
Slicing grape tomatoes
Graceful and relaxed at her kitchen counter.
Set, slice, bowl, next
Set, slice, bowl, next.
My sister crochets a hat
Curled on the couch on a cold winter day,
Listening to a movie while her hands work.
Loop, hook, pull, next
Loop, hook, pull, next.
I enter data
At work wearing headphones
Music distracting my mind from my hands.
Check, copy, paste, next
Check, copy, paste, next.
Repetitive motions get us through our days.
Work is work, everywhere you look.
The rhythms and pulses of life don’t change.
And they are the same
For every creature.
Fresh Hell 
I’m adding this to the index of available works at the Foundation for Poetic Justice
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Wow, thank you Ana!
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Ubet, thank you!
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Love the flowing rhythm through this! š I’m not a huge fan of spiders, but you make them graceful. Beautifully written!
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Thank you! I wonder if you would have minded this spider. It was the prettiest I’d ever seen! Metallic green, yet translucent. And it was outside minding its own business š
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Sarah,
There’s something very comforting in routine and something even more comforting seeing it through your eyes! Mona
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