bodies float 
in the pool.  
they hatch,
leave the river,
this time of year
and land 
everywhere–
outdoor walls,
screens, grills
and the swimmming pool
where I exercise.  

repulsed at first,
i decide
to study them:
slight antennae
protrude from a tiny head.
diaphanous wings
on a tiny
tube of a body.
stringy tails,
like threads,
remind me 
of much larger
stingrays whip tails.

I push through
the bodies,
watch them advance
then recede,
float toward
death.