Watering the paintbrush plant
I perpetuate art
Out of the dampened soil
Comes the scent of petrichor
Along with minuscule black gnats
The next day, I set up glue traps
A final solution
I write a review about The Diary of a Young Girl
Stating that its virtue
Is its ability to show the totality of one life.
A gnat lands on my hand
I once read that because of their eyes,
Houseflies process visual information seven times faster than humans.
To them, we move like a houseplant grows.
I examine the bug. Up close it has character.
I hesitate before smushing it. It goes so easy.
It is now dust and forever will be.