
A Window Seat at the Café
Of course I can, he’s asking if I can
eat this entire thing, a bun stuffed full
of stiff whipped cream.
He sips his coffee,
always black, always hot,
and thinks about something
that he says is nothing, when I ask.
We fall silent. He watches shoppers
pass the window. I watch a fly
on the window ledge. It’s buzzing.
On its back.
Spinning circles.
Dying.
I glance up and say, Have you
noticed that flies always die
with their legs straight up?
Written for Twiglet #247 “a busy window” Images are from Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
11 responses to “For Twiglet #247”
It feels real, this scenario. And I know the fly thing matches my experience. Backstroke to Fly Heaven.
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Maybe it’s like cats always landing on their feet. 🤣
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🙂 I reckon so.
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Neither do they toil nor spin,
is just not true of flies
they flip onto their little wings
and spin until they die 😒
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🥺😢
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Now I know where I’ve heard this! It’s lilies in the field, isn’t it?
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That’s it Misky, yes! 🙂
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Time for lunch.
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Busy, buzzy. Up close, distantly. Awesome write, M. Thanks.
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Thank you, my friend!
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