on the windowsill of my bus
a mayfly sits, her tails forming a V
she twitches, spontaneous,
watching the trees blow by
her relentless endeavours
to pierce through the glass
the barrier segregating her
from the world outside
to stay means certain death
and yet, she watches
the rolling film through
the lens of a bus window
and as the credits roll
she twitches.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC