Little Dead Fly, Stuck to my Finger

Little fly, most would neglect,

Only bigger than a breadbox deserves our respect.

We’re a broken, hurt and flawed world,

But I’ve learned to disconnect.  

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Fast Blinker

“I’m a fast blinker.
Likely not the fastest you’ll ever see.
But my eyelids have done their time
of shutting darkness out.”

Fresh Starts:

I wanted a big funeral.

I wanted to be remembered by thousands.

I wanted a full plate of many talents.

I have done well to make that so,

Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean

With the depth of a river creek.

It’s not what I bargained two decades for.