A glorious name for something
as humble as a fruitfly.
A mere milimetre,
a comma in the air
punctuating the bowl
of warm and ripening bananas.
An overlooked contestant
in evolution’s race?
Perhaps, as whilst I wilt
under this heatwave’s sun
you’re born in paragraphs,
a cloud of dancing pauses.

Working today, I became aware of fruit flies, my companions from biochemistry days, accompanying me once more.
(09.07.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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