It Was a Sunny Day
It was a sunny day,
mid-July,
the heat seeping
softly down into his bones,
out there in the back yard
where the grass
meets the woods,
just ambling around,
looking at the shrubs and flowers,
when a mosquito
landed silently on his arm.
It was small and black,
and he watched it settle
among the hairs just up from the wrist.
Then, he felt a slight prick
as the proboscis
went into his skin,
and he stared
as the mosquito
began to plump up.
That's when he
smacked it,
flatening the mosquito
in that one bright,
red drop of his blood,
out there in the
early afternoon sun.
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