a short little poem about our day

by willeya

the day’s so hot
the flies buzzzz in slow motion
i poke them with my finger
as they swim through the air
we move like the flies in three separate worlds
he plays in the pool
next to daddy grilling supper
next to mommy filling the trash
before bed rain falls and breaks the haze
now we dream in sharp colors
now the flies get away

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