Sunday, December 9, 2018

a cold comes on

a cold comes on.
he sniffles, she coughs.
they
slip into big
clothes,
hold
a bouquet of Kleenex
in their hands.
the water
boils,
the blankets go
on.
tis the season
of snow,
of fever of lights
on the tree
blinking,
the endless playing
of holiday
songs.

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