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Flies on the Window

Flies on the window

Trying to get out
Float to the top

Die at the bottom
Clean them out of the crease

In the frame
Wash my hands after

Sometimes I feel like the fly
Searching for sustenance

Lured inside by cool air
And pretty lights

& abundance of fruit
in bowls on kitchen tables

But then the window shuts,
And I am trapped

Will you clean me out,
When you find me

Dead at the Bottom?


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