PestsA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
circulating in circles that fancy fan above my bed over my head.
thinning the room cool. An opening window brings a breeze. Blowing lace curtains which way it seems. I'm too comfortable, cross my legs, hands on my head. resting away. Silence_____ I hear nature outside my crooked walls. In comes a pest. The wasp wants to nest. To my surprise, a damn horse fly. Buzzed pass my eyes. Too loud. Too clear. I don't want that fly near. I know it knows everything in the room. He zoomed before his doom. To the ceiling, out my way. I got to shoo that pest to get my rest. Gees, I can't kill a fly. I'm too slow. Out the window, he go. Buzzed away!
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StatsAuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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