A Poem from Janet Cannon's
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our house fly
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bloated and
bothersome exploring
the multicolored
patchwork quilt
on the bed the flying
annoyance sounds
like a close helicopter
hovering buzzing
and landing ON then
OFF and ON and ON
again until i nudge
him to leave gently
flicking him into
the mouth of the
otherwise quiet room
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
The Hollins Critic
(Hollins University, Roanoke, VA)
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