Intersection by Linda Fuller Claire likes to blow spiders in their webs watch their jitterbug legs dance songs of apprehension. She stirs up rubble anthills devolve into sand and egg-bearing tribes scuttle the next generation. She rolls up sowbugs into organic ball bearings sniffs the essence left by bees in blossoms. Claire studies the intersection of her pedestrian self with the insect spectrum and finds herself bedazzled. 06/08/2010 Posted on 06/08/2010 Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/20/13 at 01:59 PM not to use the word or render it lightly, Linda, but this poem of yours, is simply Brilliant and subtle and better at whispering than are willows. Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)