Gnaw
It's one of those fourth of July's
that wrings the moisture from the air
where the heat is stifling
like a suffocating wet blanket
Pasture's thirst for water
greedily gulping in the irrigation water
having to add plastic ditch to
prevent it from dehydrating the next 90 feet
Horses miserable in the stillness
tails swooshing attacking all things buzzing
bucking when can't free from
tormenting horse flies who win leaving a welt
And here I am observing it all
drenched in sweat fending away
all the mosquitos and gnats
that gnaw at the ankles
Poem 21-185y
#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
nature, summer, heat
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