A Cistercian and a Buddhist monk
sat facing each other
across a simple wooden table
in a cold room;
a shaft of sunlight
from an open window
illuminating
the coarse bread
and a simple bowl of beans
they were sharing.
One monk with god;
one with no god
discussing the journeys
they had made;
the paths taken.
Two horseflies entered
through the open window
bothering them both,
and the food they were eating.
The Cistercian
quickly swatted one fly
and brushed it to the floor.
The Buddhist
took a sheet of paper;
carefully lifted the other fly from the bread,
walked it over to the window,
set the fly free,
and closed the window.
Three fireflies arrested on suspicion of arson
Two horseflies galloped of into the sunset
A butterfly landed lightly on the toast
The houseflies awaited the delivery from Door Dash
The dragonfly went out for a Knight on the town
The May fly may not
hatch of horseflies
under blanketed storage
prepare their offense
Once I saw a purplish oblong tangerine,
Standing near the hydrant on Sixty-first
I wondered what it could possibly mean,
Then, I was overcome with dreadful thirst
When I watched it skitter quickly away
I was transfixed by its stark underbelly,
Joining a cantaloupe on a teeter to play
While a pigeon danced in a jar of jelly,
The sound of a toad lapping up its milk
Told me reality had not departed from me
Sounds of tongue-in-groove are tantalizing
Especially when crawling over a cup of tea
Are my fellow horseflies merely fantasizing
Or are they, like me, oddities analyzing?
Written August 18, 2022
Who opened the door to let horseflies in?
The madness of pursuit - the blood its win.
The bum - offed its keep - not fed.
This bugger did die in bed.
Who opened the door to let horseflies sin?
7/26/2019
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