A Moment's Rest - flipside B - Barbara LM Handley

A Moment's Rest

A fly,
teased
by the odor,
landed on the
freshly varnished table.

It stuck.

Perhaps
it only stopped to rest,
but found death
instead.

I sit
in my rocking chair
watching the table dry.
I wonder why
my feet don't catch
in the mud.

1988

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