Poetry Sunday: The Mosquito by Rodney Jones
Here's more proof that a talented poet can make poetry out of anything. Even a mosquito.
In the late afternoon in my backyard, the mosquitoes are fierce. I see nothing poetic about them. But Rodney Jones did - "the mosquito kneeling on the soft underside of my arm, kneeling like a fruitpicker, kneeling like an old woman with the proboscis of her prayer buried in the idea of God..."
The "proboscis of her prayer"! Good stuff.