and savor
that I can
My exhale
a cloud of white
in the chilled December air
despite the warm
mid-day sun
My throat is dry
a threatening cough
my nose is cold
and threatening to run
but I don't care
because I'm out
I'm on a walk
and though
I'm getting tired
and though
I've only gone a few blocks
still
my illness
is waning
though not yet gone
best not push it
too far
I think I'll head home
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