I called a bluff and it worked. Again.
And again. Silent whispery moves,
I’m a look-alike of a fly that grooves
among a million grains of tri-color sand.
Little, quick to sting, mosquito brand
right there in front of people bold;
yet unseen, in their fabric fold.
Ah, she jerks, turns around
and spins herself confound,
clapping only, teasing air.
“If only I could see you, YOU lill’ Unfair!”
“What IS IT?” she spits out sound,
as she lay down, on the warm cure,
along peppery Lake Superior shore.
Determined to enjoy a beach as it should.
Clicking clouds! Zoom on driftwood-
Up she jumped, quick on fire,
screaming within, irate and ire:
“If only I could KILL you once!”
grabbing that wood to attack ‘n’ pounce.
Future memories, views astounding-
common sense is now absconding.
Move! Walk! This space is possessed!
They move, crabby with burning recessed.
Going towards Duluth musical locals,
curious ‘n’ interrogating, this ragged bifocal.
They use the word: “Black flies! Stinger fond,
nasty insects,” they insult and revel on.
“Deet thy self!” speak suntanned bodies advisory.
Bug-banned, brain-loose, and trigger-free!
She goes away full speed, jumpy dog in plea,
hopping on cutting blades of spiky grass near me.
Ignoring her cries of naked feet on beach debris.
I take my leave, it’s time for their plane, I see!