Temporary Immunity

Some friends complain of brain fog now and then.
I must admit I don’t know what they mean.
My only reference to that state was when
I long ago gave up the nicotine
(the feeling: dull but brief and in between –
a hard-to-focus view impeding work).
Perhaps it’s luck or gallons of caffeine,
but so far I’m immune to foggy murk.

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