A curious lens dares to
Encapsulate elusive Anansi
Entwining his fate
With CowPastor’s
Swaying grass
Banshee wind
And the sweetest dunks on earth

Spinning glistening silver delicacies

Into a silver thread of hope
For the poet
With the ascetic brown face
Weary with the ways of the world

Spinning your strong delicacies of lore…