A VISITOR

A weak breeze carries

a single fly through the open

window, a black dot buzzing

throughout the room

at the edge of sight.

It keeps its distance.

I keep mine, and anyway,

have I no flyswatter.

I'll save the fly for some

lucky bird's beak.

01.08.2024

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