[NPM] today's poem

[angevin2]

The Web
Robert Hayden

My hand by chance
brushed and tore
a spider's web;

The spider dangled,
aerialist hanging
by a thread,

Then fled the ruin,
fit snare for nothing
now but my

Embittered thoughts
of a web
more intricate,

More fragile -- and
the stronger for
its fragileness.

Its iron gossamer
withstands the blows
that would destroy.

Caught in that filmy
trap, who shall
contrive escape?