Spiderfingers
I see the towers blinking with red eyes
far away in Libertyville and Lockridge
and other towns whose names do not begin with the letter L
I think of you climbing up with trumpet tapping fingers
and I am afraid you will fall
You sit at the tower's top and stretch your digital silk
and lay your cobweb all over the surface of the blue planet
so that I can say kon' nichiwa to pen pals in Japan
Now I can email you.
Good.
Because you are so far away up that tower.
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