spinning a tale
makes me
appreciate
the work
spiders
put
into
a web

i wonder
if
they ever finish
and
look back in surprise
at
the beauty
they weave

or is that type of conceited
reserved for humans

normally
once something
is
written
i leave it
as is
move
to the next
new idea

but this tale is different

i
spent
the morning
actually
reading it

it is good
even
with the typos
and
my phone’s
strange ideas
on what it thinks i meant
when
it was not
even near
what
i thought
i typed

and i did what i never do

i
corrected it
fleshed it out
where it needed
sculpted the clay
again

for
the first time
i
looked back
over
the web
i am spinning
and
realized
it was becoming
exactly
what
i envisioned

even if it what was not exactly following the original path

but
that is life
not exactly
the path
you start
down
but
hopefully
the destination
is
where
you hope
to go