could not have a warm shower first
my wife said soup was getting cold
and the heat of the soup is good
for fever to bring out the sweat
perhaps my head is supposed
to burn
with fever the day has passed
in blessed sleep night has quiet
creeping come with this fever
light headed dizzy flying flu
is timeless in circles of energy
fleeting lapping gone
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem