Between the yucca and the table-edge,
soft glimmer of a web complete
bellying in silk breeze
cabling the wet-look sun-gleam
whisker-articulates whispering air:
watch rippling patterns of corded light
as lip-reading slo-mo speaker diaphragm*,
deep sub-woofer secrets
a wafer from understanding
against the dark green yucca shades
sliding to green-black
oblivion of green musing.
The beauty's tragic, Joy asserts,
since spinners here recycle nets,
super-paratroopers taking in their night silks,
it's likely that the beast is dead
and this web's a memorial left
to resonate as magpies warble through.
Strange to me, used to UK gardens
so chock-full of webs I've often blundered,
wrecking giant constructions,
felt the tensile stretch and snap
between hedge and trees- Pah! rolling eyes inward,
'not-again'ly, ritually cuffing hair roughly,
though the proprietor's fled.
Hoverflies / flower-flies are worldwide anyhow.
These syrphidae now on the red basil,
decked-out out like small wild bees,
dance daintily orange rust
about dark purples.
Hardly a bird shifts in this still heat
or can be fussed with perfunctory call.
Foreshore effect's Cairn Terrier's snore.
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*Bass notes are made by slower vibrations - you can see your woofer and sub-woofer moving but the smaller speakers vibrate too fast to be perceived
