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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.
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
Ephemera
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.
written on a bus ride. i saw a mayfly repeatedly try to fly out of the window but couldn't because of the glass, knowing they will likely die on the windowsill of the bus watching the world beyond pass them by. (adult mayflies have a lifespan of 1-2 days)
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
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