crawling up the van window
a black fly
I think for a minute
then I let him live
a crack of the window presents freedom
he chooses to stay?
we ride together this amazing morn
I'm washed with happiness
he looks proud
momentary friendship or maybe eternal
climbing up to the edge of the open window
he finds his perch
watching me through the breeze
what a strange creature I must seem
then he is gone
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