Bora born

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An early start tests a cold water shower

with wonder when it's fifteen degrees outside.

The hair needs a wash after seven days days of

cabin fever dreamed up on this mizzle road

of do nothing days slow tracking mountain time.



Half way down the gillies range the marlin coast

dishes up paradise lost from top down mist.

George rings to babble on through apples' car phone

yet holds for the passing maneuver around

the slow lane not willing to test anti-skid.

We yarn yarn all the way to the black spot near

trimbles crossing where the phone always drops out.

George gets the message murri people might

overlook where kids are concerned, when hygiene

gets a backward glance while this virus must run.

So bad too sad the story takes a different
turn with the young who bounce off this affliction.

Hidden in plain sight comes the deception, slid

under kiss like hugs spread by life's sacred youth

who show no message this virus surely sends.

Author's notes are here.



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