LOVE

                              LOVE

Fragile as a spider's web, hanging  in space
Between tall grasses, it is torn again and
     again.
A passing dog, or simply the wind can do
     it.     
Several times a day I gather myself
     together and spin it again.

Spiders are patient weavers.
They never give up.
And who knows what keeps them at it?
Hunger, no doubt,
And hope.