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I was at the window

when a fly near the latch

was on its back spinning-

legs furious, going nowhere.

I thought to swat it

but something in its struggle was too much my own.

It kept spinning and began to tire.

Without moving closer, I exhaled

steadily, my breath a sudden wind,

and the fly found its legs,

rubbed its face and flew away.

I continued to stare at the latch hoping that someday,

the breath of something incomprehensible

would right me and

enable me to fly.