To The Gnat That Died On My Forehead During the Hike Today


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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