E-W

I step across this morning’s Shirley playing field,
curving a spider’s festooned snare.
I sigh, then treading into a snails bedroom.

But it’s 7:05 en route to being late to work;
A solo crow flows through the over half cast sky,
from the Eastern fog to the Western blue.

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