Precovery

I am not ill. My brother didn’t share
his cold with me. And others failed to spill
the germs that recently seem everywhere.
I am not ill.

Though I’ve a knee that warns me to instill
due caution how I move, it’s only fair
appreciating wellness, so I will

this weekend day to gratitude and care
with exercise and diet, to fulfill
a state of anti-sickness. I declare
I am not ill.

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