For Twiglet #247

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”

  1. It feels real, this scenario. And I know the fly thing matches my experience. Backstroke to Fly Heaven.

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    1. Maybe it’s like cats always landing on their feet. 🤣

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  2. 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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    1. Now I know where I’ve heard this! It’s lilies in the field, isn’t it?

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      1. That’s it Misky, yes! 🙂

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        1. Time for lunch.

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  3. Busy, buzzy. Up close, distantly. Awesome write, M. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you, my friend!

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  4. […] response to Misky’s twiglet, I thought I’d talk about my own café experience last […]

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