Cold Season

Yesterday’s Poetic Asides prompt was to write a cold poem.

Cold Season

Is it feed a cold, starve a fever…
or feed a fever, starve a cold…
I wonder, as I take my hand
off the refrigerator handle
and reach for a Kleenex instead.

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