Whap!

~ qbit 
But I missed clapping 
the fly right over 
my soup, adding him 

to the minestrone, his 
death and mine mere 
inches from the surface, 

life’s zuppa fateaglia –
stewed fate and beans,
its mélange of garlic 

and curled fingertelli 
pasta beckoning,
calling me spoonwards,

scent of fresh basil, all
giving both the fly and me
reasons to let it be.

For Shay’s Word Garden

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