I thought to kill it with a clap
as it floated upwards to my face.
Another fruit fly from the plants,
a plague of Spring inside the room.
But then I saw how smooth the rise.
No flying insect's flitty flight
but aimed intently straight ahead.
And as it neared the legs came clear.
A tiny spider it appeared.
But how could it rise so steadily?
Convection current in the air?
Some invisible trailing hair?
Whatever, it climbed out of sight
to mount on glasses, eyebrow, skin?
A trivial moment of delight.
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