Pass It On

From Unpredictable Hue, the collection published in 2019.

Written in 2018, this poem is from a different time, when wondering where you caught a winter cold was just something to take your mind off the annoyances of sneezing and coughing for a few days. Not something to be seriously worried about. I hope for and look forward to when symptoms of illness are no longer terrifying, and that is why I published this poem rather than skipping over it in my posting of poems from this book.

Pass It On

Well it’s a lock
I’ve caught a cold today
either the hairdresser
blowing his nose into a tissue
between installments of
hair clipping
and breathing on me
or it would be this guy at the library
two seats down and snuffling.
Write it down because
next week I will be saying
I don’t know where
I picked up this cold
as I am sneezing over my elbow
but the precaution ineffective
because I want to
keep my sleeve clean
and then it will be the next week
and you’ll be saying
Where in the world
did I pick up this cold?


8 thoughts on “Pass It On

  1. As a preschool teacher, I always know how I have managed to pick up a cold. Thanks to masks and all the copious extra hygiene precautions, I have (touch wood) not had a single (non-allergy) sniffle this year. Long may it last!

    Happy Thanksgiving, Claudia! I am thankful for our friendship.

  2. Right back at you Laura, about the friendship (not the cold!). I feel lucky to have met you and even more that you turned out to be in my neighborhood. I still marvel at how the blog world made that happen!

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