On the Clothesline

As I fold the damp pants over the white clothesline,
I break through the fragile beginnings of spiderwebs
stringing between the lines and over the bright pins.
When I return for the clothes now crisp with UV,
the spiders have spun more crystalline webbings
and I must destroy the connections once again,
but the spiders will remake them in the space,
never progressing but surviving and building.