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The Flies In The Yard

Carter Ward

By Carter WardPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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My reflection reminds me where I am

Who I am

And how the two do not belong together

The flies in the yard remind me of the tabanos

The salamanders remind me of the gators

Except

less meaningful, less unknown, less exciting, less life-like

I miss the silence of the mountains

The whispers of the Everglades

I miss when the loudest noise was the buzz of the Tabanos

But now they seem so quiet

Compared to the noises on the T.V.

I miss the trail’s slow but certain progress

I miss watching the trees cheer us on as we passed

Here, I move constantly

To the bank, to school, to work, to the store

But always sleep in the same bed

I miss the high of high fiving one of my top five people on top of the highest point east of the Mississippi

I miss my crew

I miss living in and on the water

I miss how it made life so clear, so close

And not so lifeless

It is enough to make me envy these insects I despise

The Tabanos never have to come down

Sometimes I wish I never went up

Never battled the Tabanos as they buzzed so sinisterly sweet

Circling, circling, circling

I wish I never saw the clouds so clearly from above

I wish I never saw how much they resembled an ocean

Full of feathered fish

Because when you have been that high

Everything else starts to feel so low

And when you share that with an absent family

Everything else starts to feel solo

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About the Creator

Carter Ward

A documentary of my individual experience of life.

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