To A Fly Of The Land

a personal prayer, an excuse and a warning

On this the land
On which I swat
you steward of the land
On which I squat
Forgive me my trespasses.

I acknowledge my failings:
I swat flies on railings.

Keep out of my way
Don't lose your glasses
Don't give me cause
To go to swat classes.

poem by Douglas Scotney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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