I need heat and Helios;
I have cold and cloud.
I need sand and surf;
I have snow or tundra for turf.
It’s winter, winter at high altitude.
Tiny bits of RNA
In moist droplets abound.
For nose and throat they’re bound;
They’ve come for our DNA.
It’s cold and flu season in this hemisphere.
© 2020 H.K. Longmore
When eating real licorice, such as RJ’s Licorice (imported from New Zealand), one must remember to eat it in moderation if one hopes to get any sleep at night, or else have some of “the one that coats”–yes, the pink stuff–on hand.
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