fruit flies
pest
pesticide
pesky
prudent
people
their daring red eye lights my room
the stench of rot filling my lungs and room
their improper buzzing buzzes in my ear
courtesy of the fruit that rots
the peels of fruit brings these pests
and even with their treats gone they still stay
humans should reflect
we should be more like fruit flies
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Over the course of 2022, a select group of young writers was invited to take part in a year-long writing program at Story Factory. Their goal was to produce a collection of poetry. This is one of the collections produced in these workshops.
Year of Poetry 2022 was supported by the Copyright Agency’s Cultural Fund and Parramatta Leagues Club.