Just mowing the grass
on a hot humid
smog smothered
shad fly infested
mosquito plagued
afternoon can wreck
any argument for doing it

the shad crawling
trapped between
my lenses and my face
leaves specks on my specs
and sweat runs
tracks on my back

myriad mosquitoes
land feed and inject their
poisonous itching fluids
and convince me
winter has its graces


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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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