A crowd composed of sun seeking flies
now suns upon concrete door-step
sunning in light late afternoon sunshine
I wave my arms about them
they dance in late afternoon sunshine
I conduct a cloud of flies
in congruent rhapsody of aerial ballet
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they're sunning all day, now that winter's coming on; and they're easier to swat.