It’s fishfly season…

Fishflies are appearing on the windows at work and along the Mississippi riverwalk, so I thought this poem would be appropriate for today!

Fishfly Hopes 

While you cling to these windows with jellied feet.

I applaud you

for your patience to hatch

only when the Mississippi sinks

enough to reveal its muddy sandbars.

For your veracious need to reproduce

as you fly upward with your swarm

dodging dangers

of heron’s beaks and catfish

all in the name of sex.

As I watch you shiver in your death throes,

I hope your 24 hours were fruitful

with the chance to hitch

onto some tourists

swarming the Dubuque sidewalks.

And I hope you had the chance

to fly through

Farmers Market at dawn

just as the line begins

for the sweet corn wagon

when the scent of fresh bread and sawdust

mingles with produce and patchouli.

Because tomorrow morning,

when the train

crosses the old bridge across the river,

its hoots ricocheting off limestone bluffs.

you will be no more than a husk

washed into the gutter

well on your way

back to the Mississippi River silt.

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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