Black fly lands on computer desk.
Sluggish and hardly moving.
Yet able to fly around my head once or twice.
Now wedged under anti-radiation screen of monitor.
Crawling slowing. Dictionary writing.
Looking at the word ‘Tag’ from the status bar below.
Resting now.
Goodnight.
Opps! Still looking at my screen.
Who are you? What are you doing?
Staring at word document entitled: 20070703-Black Fly from the status bar below.
A poem in free-verse about the booger moving underneath the screen.
Author’s note: Discovery of death 11:11:25PM per atomic clock. Rest in peace ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida. I’ll miss you.
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Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!