I released a fly that had taken refuge
In the cd compartment of my ghetto blaster
And wondered how it got in there
Was it drawn by the music - Schnittke's cello concerto
Or was it just an accident that it happened to alight
At the split second between
Inserting the disk and slamming shut the cover
Fly and i have no relation
but i cannot help thinking
fly and i have shared
A space and an inclination
i cannot share with any other
April 2017
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