A SPIDER

A spider
hid inside the vine
by the last summer roses
which entwines her
posing as an outsider
by imposing my picture
of her as I draw her
in the dark of slumber
here at the last of October
numbering snapshots
in a catologue
of my own
by my miniature camera
at my own composure
which will hide her posture
on the park's hedges
at the edge of the lake
wondering if she leaves me
as a poseur on the ledges
with a mark on my shirt sleeves
which I will discover
or uncover
at my coffee break.