The fly’s vision through the glass is clear
Focussed, it flies forward and forward and forward
Rebounding off the glass
Focussed on its’ goal: outside
The breeze slipping through the open window next to it
Flutters by giggling all the while
Shaking its’ head with frivolity
Gleefully it mutters to itself as it wanders by:
“Imagine fly, dear fly if you were I?”
As the sound of the fly, the buzzing fly
Fades in the wind’s wake
Constant as the flow of the breeze
- 03.10.2007, from the collection, Some poems about life and stuff by stuart barnes
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