Perpendicular Poem by Mark Heathcote

How did that web cut a horizontal line?
From washing poles to trees,
what pendulum of an imagined thought
swung itself into my face and onto 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.'