Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Poem for July
Mosquito is out,
it's the end of the day;
she's humming and hunting
her evening away.
Who knows why such hunger
arrives on such wings
at sundown? I guess
it's the nature of things.
- N. M. Boedecker
Midsummer Night Itch
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