The flies flew in the open door
and gathered in the middle of the kitchen
making loops and zig-zags
that seemed to have no purpose
until I realized they were drawing
your portrait in the air
building up the surface with their
aerial scribbles
When the features were solid enough
I reached toward your face
and let their buzzing wings
kiss my fingers
Then unscrewed the lid
of a jar of strawberry jelly
and placed it on the table
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