
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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