Lake mosquitoes

I have to acknowledge them
Through doors and windows

The smaller ones than usual
Who have taken birth in lake.

Lake is festering and algaed,
Smiling at the repeated suns

And shore trees giving place
To dead meat and fish scales.

Mosquitoes are a new guest
On our landscape, in our lift

In a darkness of our corners
In the nook of conversations.

Mosquitoes make our place
A defining landscape of life

A passing landscape like rain
That alternates with the sun.

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