On Off
Driven into a frenzy by the thousand attentions
of the mosquitoes,
I reached for the Deep Woods which lay neglected
among my other things.
I cursed the way that small nuisances become
serious threats when striking together, and
Spraying the repellant into my pores, I took off
and fled the clamoring of a crowded world.
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.