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.

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All poems copyright © Richard Finneran 2010.