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I am sitting in my office considering
What seems an intractable
problem.
Watching a fly buzzing at the window,
Trying
desperately to reach the world,
On the other side.
After
wand'ring the impenetrable surface,
It tries following another
plane,
Running at right angles (the open door),
Finds the edge
and flies round it,
And through and away..
An
unusually clever fly,
It will probably be eaten,
By one of the
dozen or so,
Busily hunting swallows.
But maybe not.
It
would have starved in here,
Or been eaten by a spider.
Ed Iglehart July 3rd, 1988