A somewhat modest wish

Another summer poem while I'm still catching up. More new postings to come soon, I hope.

I wish it were true:

That seeds always bloomed

That creeks never ran dry

That mosquitoes sucked nectar

That children never cried

But what would we do, then,

with all of those flowers and

With all of that water?

And if not for tears,

Could we know laughter?

Still-

I wish that mosquitoes sucked nectar.