391.
the buzz fly
his rust-smeared gray skin
flecked filthy
blinks slow eyes
grins tiny and repulsive
chews a rotting leaf
1/27/22
393.
Taking shape
she steps through the door
A burst of
energy,
she materializes.
A thought come alive.
3/1/22
395.
A colleague.
A slip and fall scheme.
A romance
late in life.
A judgemental frame of mind.
News sure does travel.
4/1/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Ah that fly – icky!!
All flies are kind of disreputable when you think about it. Good villains. But I still kind of like them. I don’t know why, maybe because they are so brash…