do you know about the mayfly?

holding them by their stained glass window wings, legs squirming, searching for solid ground. i would name them and then let them fly away again. Bob, Marcy, Charles, Murgatroyd and Ursula. just 24 hours on Earth.

agenda:

-flying
-mating
-nice funeral

there was no time for "how do you do's?" and foreplay. it was get right down to business. despite their short lifespans, i never found a single one that wasn't full of life. those tiny legs looking for footholds. over and over. then again letting them go.

catching them in the schoolyard after threatening the boys with kisses. i was never fast enough. so i caught mayflies instead. they never turned and ran away. they didn't laugh. they weren't yelling about cooties. i was never afraid of catching something.

i haven't seen one in years. mayflies, not boys. those became easier to catch. and the mayfly just disappeared out of my life.  
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