the lone fly around
with a rolled up newspaper,
at last
having some use
for the post,
but he or she
is too quick
for me.
buzzing close,
between the lampshade,
the blinds,
zig zagging
out of reach.
i open the doors, but
that only
lets in more, not
to mention
a swarm of bees
and a gaggle of geese.
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