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16 April 2013

Too Much of a Good Thing

Monsoonal rains —
weeks and months
of endless water from the sky.

Small insects, some familiar
some strange, proliferate — 
those that hatch in humid weather, 
those which bite and sting.

The Krishna devotees
have told me for years:
'Rain is auspicious.'

I think we've had 
about enough 
auspiciousness now.
Rain, rain, and insects, go away!

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 15: infested

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