a cloud composed of sun seeking flies
now sun dances above near about concrete
door-step in subdued light embracing late
afternoon sunshine; sun soon going down
a back swarm of flies in darkening dusk skies
lingers dances into dusk disappears till dawn
a space opera of flies; celebrates air currents
celebrates late afternoon life lived on wing leavings
celebrates wing tip feasts on sticky summer days
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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