02-16-2021, 04:40 AM
Because the house is empty
a buzzing fly is all that can be heard,
tapping on the dusty glass that
an image fades and brightens through,
as if real enough to live in, until
it would soon rest upon the sill
with the others. But, I will leave
the window open and tear the screen.
a buzzing fly is all that can be heard,
tapping on the dusty glass that
an image fades and brightens through,
as if real enough to live in, until
it would soon rest upon the sill
with the others. But, I will leave
the window open and tear the screen.

