A Peace Treaty with Mosquitos

I was sitting on the back patio reading Lasky and not really getting it

But I thought it was beautiful and I think that's enough

For me anyway,

And I noticed a mosquito on my knuckle hungry

And blew it gentle away, remembering dully

That there would be mosquitoes again as if I had forgotten;

They would trickle-sneak back into the world

Their ever-young bodies quivering, discovering their wings

And a world newly warm and swarm

To deny us perfection,

And I knew I could never manage to blow them all away

And that some bites must be accepted, would itch a while

And be forgotten,

The blood crystallized in amber,

Gone, ungone, a realized nothing.