She remembers a life
that was once hers,
so far displaced
it seemed impossible
that she moved 
within it;
further back
was yet another
life, one which 
she could no longer 
reconcile as her own.

The web worm population
has exploded this spring--
even on sunny days now
we need our umbrellas to walk
under their medieval villages
when they're cleaning house
and emptying chamber pots
out their open windows.