Picnic Tanka
blue pupils dilate,
eager to consume the world,
let me see it all.
The golden clouds up above,
the oil-slick fly on my plate.
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blue pupils dilate,
eager to consume the world,
let me see it all.
The golden clouds up above,
the oil-slick fly on my plate.
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I love ‘oil-slick fly on my plate’!
I couldn’t resist keeping a rickety storm door open today, inevitably inviting flies into the house on my oily vinegary bean salad. Thanks for making space for it. I feel a lot better about it now.