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A housefly lives 15 to 30 days.
I wonder if to that fly
those 15 to 30 days
seem like 65 to 95 days
in a human’s life.
But doubtlessly it
fares better in its old age
than humans do.
I’ve never seen a housefly
in a wheelchair, using a cane
or on a walker.
And I’m reasonably sure
it doesn’t have senior moments
or end up in a nursing home.
Bob Boyd
It amazes me how the world keeps spinning
and never misses a beat,
how flawlessly it works without anyone knowing
it’s spinning day and night,
as if it had automatically greased gears
that it spins upon anonymously.
It amazes me more that people and life
go on oblivious to the spinning,
as if the world was never spinning and
always stationary in the same place.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
if the world got tired and stopped spinning
and if that would ever be a real
and disastrous possibility.
Bob Boyd
the day opened
with the sun rising
the flowers unfolding
the grass greening
the birds chirping
the insects crawling
humans waking up
humans growing up
humans getting old
humans dying
humans crying
until night fell
and everyone
and everything
fell asleep
bob boyd