When the door to the bar opened,
a fly snuck in, circling lazily.
a fly snuck in, circling lazily.
Later, he landed on the bottles
behind the bar, pausing to check
behind the bar, pausing to check
his reflection in the mirror,
rubbing hairy legs together.
I watched the slow parade of evolution
stuck in a pretense of thought —
stuck in a pretense of thought —
unable to speak, lacking teeth,
possessing a tongue shaped like a straw,
possessing a tongue shaped like a straw,
he grew tired of his own reflection,
buzzing twice past my ear
buzzing twice past my ear
on his way out the door—
An open mind, philosophers say,
is a virtue as long as we
don’t open it too wide,
letting in every bad idea—
rationality a better filter
than whatever compels
a fly to stumble indoors.
MICHAEL MINASSIAN’s is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online poetry journal. His chapbooks include poetry: The Arboriculturist and photography: Around the Bend. His poetry collections, Time is Not a River and Morning Calm are both available on Amazon. His poetry manuscript A Matter of Timing won the 2020 Poetry Society of Texas’ Manuscript Contest. For more information: https://michaelminassian.com
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