Rich Schilling is a husband, dad, and poet. He has been published in numerous journals and will continue writing until he reaches the last exit.
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Not sure if we really understand why certain flies do this sort of thing; perhaps it's just their aimless meanderings (cogitating?) that we sometimes observe.
breathless day—
beneath the hanging bulb
a square-bashing fly
Not sure if we really understand why certain flies do this sort of thing; perhaps it's just their aimless meanderings (cogitating?) that we sometimes observe.
breathless day—
beneath the hanging bulb
a square-bashing fly
A fly and a flea in a flue
Said the fly to the flea, "Let us flee."
So, they flew out a flaw in the flue.