The secret
to swatting houseflies
is patience.
Don’t rush about,
swatter in hand,
like a frantic midfielder chasing a football
passed just out of reach—
again and again,
always a moment too late.
Instead, sit like a sniper,
devoted to the science of stillness.
The weapon nearby,
not the focus,
just a quiet companion.
Let the winged annoyances come to you.
Then strike—
quickly—
before they slip away
into the ether of your kitchen.
Coincidentally,
this is also how you catch poems.

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