By Jeremiah K Durick
PROMPT — The way I see it ...
It’s like time travel
back to my childhood.
I’m sitting on the couch
in the living room
home from school –
coughing, sneezing
my nose sometimes
running faucet-like
sometimes blocked
and even a sore throat
the full gymnastics
of a cold
that came from
crowded classrooms,
crazy playgrounds,
those petri dishes filled with
what our childhoods
were made of.
But what now, I’m here
busy with symptoms
reminiscing, recalling
hearkening back.
I’m this ten-year-old
full of himself
sitting here
trying to get over
whatever I’ve got.
J. K. Durick is a retired writing teacher and online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Third Wednesday, Black Coffee Review, Literary Yard, Sparks of Calliope, Synchronized Chaos, Madswirl, Journal of Expressive Writing, Lightwood, and Highland Park Poetry. He writes from South Burlington, VT.
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