Up the curved inside of the driver’s window a greenfly climbs fresh as a new shoot her wings folded behind her like a diamond so small so nearly transparent I could crush her between my fingers like a crumb The window shudders once twice and there’s a breath of cool evening air a scent of elderflower She barely notices barely misses a step in her stoical dance up the long curve of the glass vertical ballerina flaunting the ripple of her dainty legs the sureness of her velcro feet At the opening she rounds the curved lip of the window with a curious deliberation and stands there for a moment stretching her wings in triumph Then she’s off a flick of the wings a conjurer’s flourish and she disappears towards the church looking for a home for her hundred million clones leaving me the cool evening air the scent of elderflower
The Pine Cone Review 