No more boasting

I have succumb to the common germ pool

A lovely school of fish in our little cold bodies

Cough Cough

As I navigate the depths with others of my species.

Willow wants to bring me soup.

Food has little appeal

But her friendly voice on the phone

Is pure medicine.

I had to call our friends that we’d had dinner with

(Their first dinner party in four years

As they’d been waiting out the crime wave of covid )

To alert them to the Danger.

Cough Cough

She was so kind, again pure medicine.

Humble little fish -grateful

An evolving species.

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