JUST A SMUDGE
A blob, a smudge,
just a little thing
that sullies the stucco
all white and clean
above my shower's steam.
It's a stain, I mean.
Made of blood now darkened
There's a year's age on it, you see.
I stood there, lathered,
that nice day last year and spotted her..
reached my arm up languidly
and with one finger.. squished her
as she slept there.
Such a little thing to do
to become a longtime mem'ry
such as this.
Being in there now
always hauls that pleasant afternoon
right through my mean spiritedness,
to now
from way last June.
To you, mosquito, a little bow.
Little one, you live on.
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...Very well said..I thought ya was talkin mold till you was Naked..and spotted her..then I knew..Your Good Starry..
thanks for the journey into your crazee mind....
I mean, when a skeet is so big the dog barks at it...
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