| Poems | by Richard Finneran |
Attraction In the dark, the gnat bites whatever's white. It lands on naked skin and needles in. It does not stop to think on what it drinks. It can't discriminate. It does not hate. You see, there are no flies who can devise. The gnat just bites what it feels should be bit. | |
| All poems copyright © Richard Finneran 2010. | |