
They say that each and every single fly
Has five thousand lenses in each eye:
A three-sixty view from toes to rump,
And thus I become the fly-swatting chump.

They say that each and every single fly
Has five thousand lenses in each eye:
A three-sixty view from toes to rump,
And thus I become the fly-swatting chump.

tattered butterfly
comes to rest after a
spastic last dance.


the wasp hive:
its crescent entrances
see steady to & fro.

a butterfly
lounges in the sun;
and then is gone.