Tiny orbs
Bloom pouting buds.
They look almost friendly.
Indeed they are.
Seeking to draw closer,
Occupy and stay.
They travel lightly
From one stalwart
Dullard to others,
Maybe to one who risks
Contagion, caring for the sick.
This selfish, self absorbed
Carrier of disease and death,
Refuses to comply,
Is heedless to the harm,
Is selfish beyond measure.
B. V. Dahlen
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