Haiku Monday: visit from a weave

Alert Reader Rick is quite the weave hunter — and poet! "Not sure why, but lost weaves seem to inspire haiku in me," he tells us. He spotted this one at 13th Street and Shenandoah Avenue.

Weave waits on my stoop
Did I not answer the door?
Weave torn out in rage?

Share your own weave sightings — and poetry — with me.