Get Me A Broom
Spiders new and old
With rhythm and tensile strength
Build homes in the sky
3 Feet of Ivy
There’s math on the fence
Wrought in greens and quadrangles
Cramped but orderly
Molting
It’s strange to think that
Pieces of you can come off
And get stuck elsewhere
100 Billion Neurons
There’s so much to know
How can I have enough room
Right behind my eyes?