Three small flies gather on the top railing, wandering back and forth on the straight white road like lost commuters. Today will be hot.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: flies
A halictid bee pivots in the black…
A halictid bee pivots in the black-eyed susan, a metallic green mote. At the end of one petal, a deerfly dries those anti-petals, its wings.
Also tagged deerflies, halictid bee, Rudbeckia
Comments Off
A doe strains to lick the flies…
A doe strains to lick the flies from the part of her back her tail can’t sweep, black riders unshaken by the endless tremors in her fur.
On the steep slope below my parents…
On the steep slope below my parents’ house, a doe sweeps the deerflies from her twin fawns’ spotted backs with her long, rough tongue.
I prop my feet up on the rail,…
I prop my feet up on the rail, and within seconds, a blowfly lands on the toe of my left sandal and a syrphid fly on my right. It’s summer.
Also tagged blowfly, syrphid fly
Comments Off
