I peek at her through my bedroom window
Our silent affair started weeks ago
When she built her house next to mine.
Each day, she would wait patiently
Oh, so patiently
Basking in the golden sun
Hoping
Needing
Waiting
Just to catch a buzz.
One day her house was destroyed
By a savage wind
So she rebuilt it again, then yet again.
She toils very hard
So damned hard.
It saddens me to know the coming autumn chill
Will cut short her life
And she will crumple, becoming one with the earth
Remembered by none, save I.
But that day is not today.
Today is warm
The glorious sun once more bathes her body
With precious life
And I again marvel at the handiwork
Of her architectural masterpiece.
I gaze perhaps for the last time
At her beautiful, sinuous legs
All eight of them.
So, be gone grim forecasts of doom
Today I rejoice in the company of my friend
Soon, too soon
She will be gone
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