By Phil Flott
but I preferred not to give them my time.
I disregarded them from my sight,
even while catching glimpses of them
floating out the corners of my eyes,
not in colors, kind of shady.
I did not heed their admonitions and warnings,
though my inside surely heard.
I could definitely spot them appearing, oh so briefly.
But when I quickly turned my head—poof, they were gone.
They tried and tried to get my attention,
But I rarely listened--or apologized.
Phil Flott's poetry has recently appeared in Poetic Sun, Vita Poetica, Raven's Perch and other publications.
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