Here and Gone

Chance Encounter

A fly the length
of three sand grains
rested on a bending blade
and glinted metallic orange.

She
and her near invisible wings
stood stock still
then were gone,

leaving one
tenuous memory
in their place.

Chance Encounter

A fly the length

of three sand grains

rested on a bending blade

and glinted metallic orange.

She
and her near invisible wings

stood stock still

then were gone,

leaving one

tenuous memory

in their place.

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