Saturday, October 1, 2011

Mosquitoes Suck

It is dusk 
- the final hoorah of daylight - 
the red, 
orange, 
purple 
explosion of sunset 
is 
fading.  

We sit 
on the patio 
talking, 
laughing, 
enjoying the cooler air 
of 
the early evening.  

Suddenly, 
faintly, 
we hear 
buzz-hum, 
buzz-hum, 
buzz-hum 
float 
near and around 
our ears.  

We 
swat, 
bat, 
flap 
our hands about 
interrupting 
the ebb and flow 
of 
our conversation.  

Then 
we feel 
the needle sharp 
pricks 
and 
pinches 
on our ankles, 
shoulders, 
faces.  

*Slap*  

*Splat*  

With bloody palms 
we bolt 
into the house 
declaring, 
"Mosquitoes suck!"


©2011, Bridget Magee

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