I wonder if a fly would have flown into
the people’s house these last few days.
If that fly could talk I wonder what it would say.
Would it have nested on someone’s head as still
as the other fly did before but still no one could ignore?
What would be the first words uttered or buzzed?
And do we really want to know?
Perhaps this is merely an apprentice
and it’s too shy to tell the truth
or put on a spectacular show.
Or maybe it’s just a huge nuisance
that someone finally wacked it loose.
Like all those who came before
maybe it just decided to quit while it was ahead.
Or maybe it will stick around
the mess of syrupy sweet made up of the
Residuos of all the flattering
and massaging of the greatest ego ever to exist.
After all this wondering if
I don’t know why
an old children’s poem came to mind
and I will leave you with its title
for you to figure it out.
“There once was a women who swallowed a fly.”
I wonder why?