It’s difficult to catch a cold right now
for those of us who shelter in our place.
I cannot get the flu; I don’t know how
to breathe the germs with mask upon my face.
The buses and the planes I used to ride
are not in play – I promised both my kids
I’d stay away from them and stay inside
(I feel the love that triggered those forbids).

The younger generation seems to fear
Coronavirus more than my cohort.
They’re 40ish and freaked – they need to live
a longer future. Sanitizing gear
abounds – their habitat’s a sterile fort.
I’m not surprised they tested negative.

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