A Flock of Scallops by Zebulon Huset

Poetry reader Frankie Spring on today’s poem: The wheel spider lives in the desert. It is named for its ability to use its legs like spokes and roll as fast as 44 turns per second down sand-dune hills. Watch a wheel spin, ignore the context, and you might think it’s just repetition, rotation round a fixed point in empty space. Wheeling helps the desert spider outrun its main predator, a wasp…