A common housefly will wear itself out
trying to find its way
back outside
(a sun-filled window will deceive it)
Exhausted both might die
the bird, its wing broken
the fly, dried up lying at the windowsill
(the sun pouring in, the wind coming through the screen"
(their dreams unreachable--outside the pane of glass)
A cripple with her dangle-leg
remembers dancing all night long
and walking without the reassurance of a third false leg
A bird desired
the housefly expires
a cripple simply carries on...
what a pity
to be the epitome
the pit of me.
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 5/15/20 6:47PM PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS,
DEFIANTLY STILL
