91 Wet-winged on the porcelain a filthy blue-fly

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Wet-winged on the porcelain

a filthy blue-fly with a buzz

crawled up the bowl until I ran

floods of water where it was.

 

I sent it, drowning, down the drain

and did not think to think again,

but heard that river roar all night

and, impaling my dreams, a cry of fright.