Spider Spirit- edit2

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Spider Spirit


tiny spider crossed
deeply-patterned rug
negotiating each plateau
without anticipating   
its next obstacle:

had it learned that system when
insect-striving gained rug’s end
flat tiles extending
out of touch, unending
freedom like an angel’s way?  I feel like I really got into the mind of a spider here. Bravo.

edit1;

tiny spider crossed
deeply-patterned rug
negotiating each plateau
without anticipating
its next obstacle–

had it learned that system when
insect-striving gained rug’s end
flat tiles extending
out of touch unending
freedom like an angel’s way?

original version;

Watched a tiny spider cross
a deeply-sculpted patterned rug
negotiating each plateau
and ridge without anticipation
of its next upcoming valley

though it may have learned that system
by the time its striving brought it
to rug’s end, flat tile extending
out of touch and sight unending
freedom like an angel’s way.

I like your poems because they are never a mystery to me. They are clean and concise and I appreciate that. 
I especially enjoy the little blurbs of your everyday life that you write about.

Please make more