Silkworm

The silkworm twirls,
suspended twenty feet in the air.
Thread glistens white in the sunlight.

Rears its orange head,
front two arms extend together above:
a desperate prayer.

Yanks down.
Rises a fraction of a centimeter.
Adds an armful of silk to its tiny clump.

Again.
And again.
And again.

Silkworm

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