Sunday, June 14, 2015

However, the insects. (or Misery Loves Company)

Every morning that week in June
we woke to puddles, fog, and that
strange air that is somehow cool,
but then warm at the same time,
so, you find yourself wondering
if it's the air or you've succumbed 
to some feverish delirium.

We had an idea we weren't all sick,
and knew the rain was always going to be 
good for the garden. However, the insects
became a monstrance, plague-like, 
but at least they gave the neighbors
something to complain about
that wasn't one another.


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