In our family, no one loves flowers
more than my mother and my son,
who choose the brightest flowers for me
though they’re the ones die quickest,
which is why I don’t like flowers.
More akin to me than flowers are spiders.
In my mother’s late summer garden
before anything has gone to seed,
one spider bundles up the silk
and consumes her own web.
She does this so she can make another.