I am standing with
five rolled-up pages
of poetry in my hand,
ready to lunge
forward and smash it
into oblivion, when
she says, Don’t kill
that fly. Can’t you
see it’s praying?
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Vipassana (
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For the twist and double change in direction in this poem it gets a fave. It made me smile and if one looks deeper into this dark humor one sees an even deeper message in metaphor of that praying fly. Very well done
Lucky I read that again, I was completely of coarse!
Of coarse, poor fly.
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