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Charles Wright

The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky
And looks down, waiting for us to ascend …

At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.

All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.
And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.

— Charles Wright, “Spider Crystal Ascension,” Country Music: Selected Early Poems. (Wesleyan University Press; second edition edition, December 15, 1991)

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