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Befuddled

A POEM

By Ralph Wright, O.S.B. | November 1983

A slow befuddled winter fly

With 747 abandon

Has trundled from my window sill

And God knows what he’ll land on.

 

Such geriatric flies present

A crisis to compassion:

To smear them or to leave them space

To die in their own fashion.

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