The remains of the cold

Posted on January 2, 2013 by Dave Bonta

boots

The fever & the cold
are odd bedfellows.
Even goldfinches turn down the heat
during their autumn molt.

remains of the cold

I lie fallow, letting bloom
a virus that slipped in
under cover of affection
& now withers in the ditch.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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7 Responses to The remains of the cold

  1. Dylan Tweney says:
    January 2, 2013 at 7:31 pm

    That’ll teach you to be affectionate, eh?

    • Dave Bonta says:
      January 2, 2013 at 9:51 pm

      Yeah! (Though I suppose some would say if I spent a little more time around kids, I’d build up more immunities and holidays wouldn’t present such a crisis.)

  2. Peter says:
    January 2, 2013 at 8:13 pm

    “Bedfellows” works on fine levels. Nice pairing of pics here — the colors, the shadows, the shapes & objects.

    Reading this after a student presented me with Frost’s “Fire and Ice” today as her recital choice. Fevers and colds only feel like the end of the world. (At least to me, and I have a sinus infection, far preferable to a virus.) May your virus continue to wither but in some other ditch.

  3. Luisa A. Igloria says:
    January 3, 2013 at 10:14 am

    Ach… you too? Sorry. January always seems to open the door to some virus or another. I’m feeling crappy today. Hacking cough.

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