Flies covered the driveway,
my car, the walls of the house.
A puddle on the ground
in front of the car, and that was all:
no sign of anything else beyond
the buzzing and my instinct to pull away.
I waded into that cloud
and took the hose and washed
pavement, car, and house.
Noted a pink tinge to the water
as it ran down into the concrete apron
next to the foundation, and the flies
rose and dispersed. What happened here?
Do I need to know, or is their departure
and the fact that they did not return
enough to allow me the comfort
of turning my back on the once-wet asphalt
and forgetting yet another small red mystery
that comes with living
in this small red city?