On the front porch this morning: a spider web in the shape of a gigantic capital “A.”
I think of Charlotte and Wilbur.
I think of Hester Prynne.
And then I think: what if tomorrow there is another letter? And the next day another? What if, letter by letter, day by day, a word is formed? What would the word be?
Atlas, August, Anomaly, Alone, Alight.
All the beautiful “A” words that a spider could conjure, each word a poem, a story, a beginning.

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