flu blues

high in
the sky
is  piercing blue,
but  down here
is an acheing you .
The universe
is a florist ,
blooming buzzing
but you are dressed
like a suspected terrorist,
jacket over jacket
shivering ,shaking,
the birds are singing
“l’ete Indian”*,
as you lay low

*l’ete Indian-Joe Dessin’s romantic song about a summer day in Fall.

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a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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