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“Like a Fly”
 
At times
she felt like
a fly
her light frame
easily pushed aside
whether it be
by an accidental
bump
or as a sinister
thrust,
weighing in at
only double digits
fully clothed
including when she
wears her heavy
boots
she was use
to bracing herself
against possible
collisions
when walking in
crowds,
not to say
she got lost
in them
her small band
of true friends
could usually spot
her
she had a
natural sparkle
that always stood
out
in the bland
parade of people
walking past her
as they all
worked so hard
to look
and act
the same,
marching together
through another
stagnant day
as she continues
to color
outside the lines
not really caring
if she blends
in or not
knowing you can
see
more of the
world
looking at it
from outside the
circle
then from within
never feeling the
need to be
accepted
just so she
can wear a
club patch
on the sleeve
of her jacket,
she doesn’t present
a formidable figure
when taking a
stand
in someone’s defense
but that won’t
slow her down
a bit
from stepping up
front
to help out
a friend,
she has a
way
of both smiling
herself
in
and out
of trouble
an impish grin
on her face
leaving you wondering
if it is for
something she has
just done
or she is
about to do
a surge of
mischief
your torn about
missing
but not so
sure
you want to
be there
if it all comes
crashing down,
and every now
and then
you’ll catch her
staring off into
the sun
forgetting to reply
to what you
just said
as she’s tying
up a thought
the beginnings
of a new story,
still not hearing
your voice
as your words
trail off
and the conversation
dies
as she makes
some very elaborate
mental notes,
taverns and ships
unlikely heroes
and gold
all coming to
life
on some distant
uncharted shore
as she steps
over the body
of a fallen
comrade,
finding her way
back to the
conversation
answering the question
you asked her
minutes ago
completely unaware
of her pause
in real life
a skip of
time
her friends are
use to
a minor offense
in the scheme
of things
rarely even brought
to her attention
anymore,
the sidewalk starts
to narrow
as the two
girls
make their way
along the street
she lowers her
left shoulder
dropping into the
heavy pedestrian
wave
coming towards her
a blur of
color
shooting out a
rip curl
of grey suits,
the sidewalk widens
as the girls
are thrown back
together
walking
side by side
in the tide
of people,
they both start
laughing
as they turn
around
at the exact
same time
looking behind
themselves
trying to see
if they caught
the attention
of the same
hot guy…
 
     Tom Allen…12-02-2018…