A respite attempt ruined at the start but made in the end.

We climbed in the hammock

awash in flies

the hammock

not she, nor I.

She squimpered. I grusked.

She’d spent the whole day frumping,

I figured she must

have found the next thing

that pissed off her fancy.

I softened then when

I saw what she’d spied

a puddle of gnats

who’d yet to have flied

or perhaps had alit

to our colorful place

to create such a fit

from supposed sugar and lace.

2 comments on “A respite attempt ruined at the start but made in the end.

  1. shoreacres says:

    They’re everywhere now — all of them. At least the mosquitoes aren’t yet full force, and the love bugs seem to have departed.

  2. Tina says:

    Summer, or almost so, in Texas.

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