or that one tracing to its earthbound end
would find a treasure sitting there.
its filament and make it bend
its arc toward your summer chair.
and fastened to your chair back,
visible, invisible at whim of air.
then catching sunlight in its track
it formed a fleeting rainbow there.
to see what treasures she
had, by her art, ensnared?
would turn my gaze to see
the rainbow’s treasure sitting there?