A Matter of Perspective

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I approach you, luscious
lying on your stomach, bathed
in dappled sunlight.

I raise my arm, in greeting
you do not see me.

I walk closer, joining you
on your rainbow towel
you do not see me.

Over book pages you scream
raised arms I jump, away
your book thundering, after me.
Not the reaction, I
lonely spider, had sought.

Skittering away, I journey
to your friend, sitting
a close distance away,
you do not see me,

but she does.

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