Perpendicular Poem by Mark Heathcote

How did that web cut a horizontal line?
From washing pole to tree,
what pendulum of an imagined thought
swung-itself into the face of me.

It's so miraculous to see
how vexed we can be to break
these autumnal webs that prohibit me
from keeping such ill-positioned keepsakes.

They're so-perpendicular
demonstratively beautiful to the gardener
who should envy their knot garden designs?
But God, 'what irritating land mines.'