most cool, bf, Happy New Year!
Stuck
fire in my veins
trying to swim to air
from bottom of rivers of snot
flu.
I am trying to drink some tea. And keep my fever images out of poetry, but I am weak, and the fever is strong. But its nice to see your triumphant poem. I have hope. LOL.
Sorry you are ill.
Chicken soup hot and steamy
makes ones' eyes weepy
Tissues at the ready
for a flood of relief
and
opens the nostrils for
deep breathing.
;)