A new spiderweb
 
near the refrigerator
 
traps a hapless fly.

 
 
 

Just in time for tea,
 
a fly settles on the lip
 
of my steaming cup.

 
 
 

A man drinking tea
 
lifts his arthritic left hand
 
to brush off a fly.

 
 
 

Moonlight in my hand
 
weighs less than a fly’s left wing
 
or a spider’s breath.

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
how are you able to fly
 
into the headwinds?

 
 
 

Late summer picnic—
 
a fly on the melon slice
 
makes me hesitate.

 
 
 

After-Easter feast—
 
a lizard snatches one fly
 
after another.

Swatter

 
 
 

First day of autumn—
 
the fly on my windowsill
 
dodges the swatter.

Fly

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
the boy in the bright red shoes
 
wants to fly with you.

Watercolor

 
 
 

small watercolor
 
of a lone blackbird flying
 
the artist unknown