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Cold

By Jeremiah K Durick

PROMPT — The way I see it ...

It’s like time travel

back to my childhood.

I’m sitting on the couch

in the living room

home from school –

coughing, sneezing

my nose sometimes

running faucet-like

sometimes blocked

and even a sore throat

the full gymnastics

of a cold

that came from

crowded classrooms,

crazy playgrounds,

those petri dishes filled with

what our childhoods

were made of.

But what now, I’m here

busy with symptoms

reminiscing, recalling

hearkening back.

I’m this ten-year-old

full of himself

sitting here

trying to get over

whatever I’ve got.

 

J. K. Durick is a retired writing teacher and online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Third Wednesday, Black Coffee Review, Literary Yard, Sparks of Calliope, Synchronized Chaos, Madswirl, Journal of Expressive Writing, Lightwood, and Highland Park Poetry. He writes from South Burlington, VT.

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