Fly

I found a bug on a page of my book 
no bigger than a piece of dust 
for that is what I mistook it for at first 

But when it movd with an autonomy unfamilar 
to dust particles 
impervious to the fan that was blowing 
overhead
I knew it must be a bug 

I wondered how the bug got to be on page 71 
of a book being read 
on a connecting flight to New York 
in the late of days of May 

I sat to write this down 
And when I looked to find 
the small bug was gone 

I wondered if he enjoyed 
the book on Howard Hughes 
I feel bad I couldn't turn the page for him 
before he went 

A life on 71 
the weight of 72 

He was yellow 
Just like sunlight 
or pee 
depending on your disposition 

I wonder if he has a wife 
Or mistress back home 
though I fear he won't make it back 

there are bugs in New York 

So I've heard 
And books on Howard Hughes 

And hopefully he won't miss his connecting flight 



Update: I found the bug 

squished between pages 75 and 76 

I brushed his small body off the page 
and I watched him float away 

like a piece of dust 
governed by the wind


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