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Mosquitoes & Daffodils

By John Grey

Courtesy: Creative Commons
MOSQUITOES

They've flown
in squadrons
since before
airplanes.

And they've 
been attracted
to human skin,
long in advance
of the first human romance.

Likewise,
they've sucked blood
for centuries, 
with enough 
dedication to the task
to put every vampire
in Romania to shame.

Does that mean
I respect them too much
to swat them?

No, just that
that the only good insect
is a dead antediluvian.

DAFFODILS

Massed daffodils in robust grass,
day after day – you know you’re safe.

For they bloom harmless, 
but deep with longing for the sun and rain.

Always rise up at morning’s call,
white-petaled, yellow-bud kisses.

Yesterday, the same.
Twenty years ago, no different.

Soft wind croons, low voltage beauty,
seeing them now like seeing them in retrospect.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. His latest books are “Leaves On Pages”, “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself”, available on Amazon. 

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