Alone But Not Lonely Poem by michael spangenberg

Alone But Not Lonely



Sitting in my humble room
all of a sudden
- a blue fruit fly
still lonely,
but not alone.

Empty lonesomeness
just quadrupled.

The price for a double
room for one day.

Sunday, October 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: alchemy
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