The Battle of Fredericksburg

A resolute platoon of flies
descended on the cheese.
Ants traced S-curves
from the grass
to half-spheres of sliced apples
spread on cutting boards
while a brown-blotched butterfly
hovered over the tupperware.
Your fingers,
slender like the wings
of dragonflies,
beat the stagnant air
as packs of gnats
rose like smoke
into the reddening sky.

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