802 The Spider, Dead 8-16-18

The black spiders carcass
is stuck in the corner
made by the joining
of the wall and the ceiling.
Some how it sticks there
in the luxury of our
walk-in-shower,
its mausoleum,
made of gray tile
embossed by a taupe and transparent,
rectangular crystal row
across the center of the shower wall.

It is a beautiful shower
with its built in niche,
holding shampoo, body wash,
a Dove bar and my razor.

It is one of the many highlights,
meticulous and flawless,
of our just finished home.
We’ve worked long for its completion
and have recently retired there.

The spider….

Yes.

The spider reminds me
of itself,
whenever I shower.

My wife is also bothered by it,
she says.
She says she will brush it away
when she gets a moment.
I offer to do the job,
but she says,
“No. I’ll do it.”

The spiders carcass
and I
are still waiting.
Both,
with equal patience.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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