What is tomorrow,
but a buzzing fly?
A short-lived traveler, rubbing his legs together,
and vomiting over the treasures he finds-
only to flee at the sight of a shadow.
An elusive and invisible fly,
perpetually circling around your head,
a buzzing halo that floats above you,
announcing "I'm here! I'm here!" without ever dipping into your line of sight.
A tiny fly that freely wizzes past,
a content pest, living simply and instinctually,
a miniature bug
that could be crushed by a single newspaper.
5-3-15
Lilly Stuart
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