Traveler
Unpacking,
I release a spider
who has folded himself
into my clothes.
Wobbly and wrinkled,
he staggers but still walks,
stunned to find himself
still alive,
1,000 miles from home.
I take him outside,
welcome him to California
and release him
to the backyard challenges
of accidental immigration.
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Caw of Crows Crowd the Sky in Autumn
A poem by Patricia D’Alessandro of Sacramento.
Published on 10.13.05