To The Gnat That Died On My Forehead During the Hike Today
It was not your day.
Buzzing around humans
and pink lady slippers,
twirling in the wind
A gentle breeze
wafting you
under my hat’s brim
into the shade
to leave one last sting
as I pressured you
into bug heaven.
A tiny red welt
visible on my forehead
And your
broken body
lying now
in a muddy ditch
left for
the crows
their shrill caw-caw
announcing the midday meal.
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Cornelia DeDona
Author, Poet, Photographer, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters Member-At-Large of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii for thirty-six years. She makes her home in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online and Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In October 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women’s Vinnie Ream contest was awarded the 3rd place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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