spinning and sharing

Fat fat Fly

In Poetry on January 25, 2011 at 6:57 pm

From the edge of my vision,

like a shy child,

the fat, black fly appeared.

moving slowly and thoughtfully,

rubbing stick legs together

as if he were cold,

or nervous next to a giant.

and i thought to mysel:

“there’s no way I’d want to swat you”,

“you move so slow, it’d be a shame.”

so we’ll share my desk today

unless he decides

to light on my food.

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