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Out Of Focus

Wasp on my windscreen,
half dead as Autumn dreams towards winter
Over the road, old lady, fraught,
wished she could have caught bus gone by,
issues a despairing sigh.
Adjust lens. Out of focus,
No hocus pocus, I want clarity,
a perfect marriage of random connections caught,
with wasp seeming to float between camera and her.
I take care with the settings, then look up,
but they won’t act in my charade, I’m shunned.
Old woman has walked out of view.
Wasp is neither near or far,
crushed beneath wheel of a passing car.

9 Oct 18

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