Shadowy and Human
As near as cicadas stridulating at nightfall,
wolf spiders occupy the floor;
a gnat, a gesture and all flukes
commandeered, not given quarter.
Not to have gone on, nor gaggedrestating
infinitesimal querulous
quandaries, forgetting bungling acts,
their corollaries;
relaxed,
noting spider webs,
a crescent moon,
a piqued human,
and others
whispering across a shadowy room.