earth note 347

assateague island

mosquitoes picked up

our tent
as the flap opened
& buzzed right up
our asses
as we headed
to the pit toilet

telling all of this

is like giving up
a pound of flesh
blood & all
& the secrets
of the goddess
of self-identified
nature know-it-alls

rolling

in the wind
kayak calm
finds a marsh
& crab landings

--- e b bortz