September 3, 2015Horsefly
I am sitting in my spacious house alone.
A large fly alights.
I stare at it, laugh.
It is the only other living thing.
How did it get in? The windows are screened.
How can it get out? I don’t know.
I decide to let it live. It does no harm.
For the next two days it sometimes
lands on my desk. I say, “Hi.”
Now it’s gone. I sometimes wonder,
did it die, or just get out?
from #48 - Summer 2015