Cradling spiders in his head

Here is a poem Linda P. wrote awhile ago after seeing a photo of a homeless boy.

"Rain drips down between broken venetian blinds,
Drops falling slowly, drowning black windows and
Glistening reflections from lonely skeleton streetlights.
Brown brick and jagged cracks, roof to empty parking lot.
Man-child alone slips silently down the wall to sidewalk bed,
Cradling spiders in his head."

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