Infiltration

The group I know who took the greatest care
to keep the virus out, has been beset.
They always wear their masks and don’t forget
to sanitize when they go anywhere.
So far just one of four is testing yes,
and isolating at the same address –
the prudent mother, who has often said
in time we’ll all succumb to viral spread.

I wondered – if a coin displayed tail side
a million times you tossed it, does that say
it’s likely to show heads on its next flip?
If 50/50 odds are true, replied
my logic, every throw’s discrete. It may
be tails again. I might not get this grippe.

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