cold blue skies surround fallen reds and ochre’s bright white dims her loving arms days are shorter, nights are cooler harvest of the influenza moon
sniffles, shivers, cough all around 100.5, 100.8, 101.5 still climbing blow, blow, yellow – retch rasp, just a rasp – no voice to be heard
tracing movements time rolls back beneath burning lifeless lids rubbing shoulders - up against - world citizens indian nation norway angola st. croix convergence - las vegas – snake eyes
hello would you like a catalog can I scan your badge that’s a terrible cough you have thanks for stopping by
101.8, 102.4, 103.0 still climbing all abroad where’s my germicide
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and they're saying the 'flu's gonna be bad this year--and we've run out of shots...panic is starting to set in some places
horrifying, but effective write--hope you don't get it (and if you do, get better, QUICK!)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
I guess you are not feeling too well...or someone "close" to you!!
Love Tinka