The Fly-Errant
Sep 9, 2022
A Haiku Bouquet
A trapped fly buzzes
Against a dusty window
Shall I set it free?
With cupped hands, I wait
And stare at the world outside
Shooing a lost fly.
Clusters of seed heads
Heavy on the sycamore~
The fly is resting.
Shaking flightless wings
Chattering on the warm breeze
Whispering, begin.
Downy feathers float
On hidden breaths of air~
The fly and I watch.
A petal comes loose
From the orchid on the sill
It is left untouched.
Leaping to the air
The fly passes out the window~
I am left one.
Thank you for reading.