Patterns

 

 

No one brushed aside the spider webs between the metal poles—perhaps no one noticed the gossamer threads. Poles extended for a length of twenty or thirty feet and the webs formed a connecting link between each pole and its neighbor.

Usually I find webs aesthetically pleasing when they're strung between tree branches, or from flower to flower—but these between rusted and chipped metal poles were different. They reminded me of the webs found in the corner of a basement—the ones I swatted down with an old broom.

So I really looked at them, stared at the myriad patterns highlighted by the afternoon sun and dubbed them urban webs.

 

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