It's pleasant to walk the country roads around our cabin, but warmer weather brings irritating black flies to contend with. That one 80 degree day we recently enjoyed? When I went walking I met with a contingent of their sibs, not nearly as big but just as irksome.
Scourge
Flies arranged as relay runners,
like the latest lineup of backbiting
politicians, hound me, wreathe
my head, assault my ears, slip under
my visor, and flash past my eyes.
Swearing, I swat at the tormentors
chewing my hide. The lowlands
loom. Prime breeding ground
for mites and nasty sound bites.
"Bug Off" spray simply seems
to rankle them. My only hope:
a stiff breeze to blast them
into oblivion. Keep them at bay.
Even a passing pickup sends
the pests scrambling. But like
politicos on pause defending
past actions, they soon resume
their swarming.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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