Originally posted 10/6/2012. Original title, “Drone Strike.”
Early fall,
window has been open for cleaning.
A fly’s gotten in,
sounds like
one last big bluebottle
for the season with a voice like
a Dangerbee. Should look
twice to be sure, but no time for that;
I klll it with one smack
of an already read,
soon to be recycled
magazine.
Done. And lo —
it was a
Honeybee.
How did it seem
so huge? Tiny, golden thing…
quick: brush it
into the gutter of the window
and then push it out
onto the ground
along with my small regrets,
telling myself
this would have been done
differently
had I recognized it.

February 13th, 2015 at 4:06 am
Well said!
February 13th, 2015 at 9:44 am
Sad but true.
February 13th, 2015 at 9:45 am
Mais oui!