Flu Season Poem by David Howerton

Flu Season



A drink
cold coffee
late afternoon
cloudy hint of rain
throat hurts
first cold of winter
always feels worse.
Damn. Know better
than going anywhere
where people congregate.
Fastest way
to get sick
when being careless.

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David Howerton

David Howerton

San Jose California
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