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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