Our Health

Mike Bell/ July 25, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

My youngest walks in circles – only
known to himself & analysts in San
Diego – a distribution – health stats
about oxygen levels – we compare
our endeavours in levels & medals
won – when I was my son’s age my
father was nurturing a cancer with
fags – My routes are huge loops – a
map is made every day – I worry – I
am a provender – a manager of an
illness – I know a few of my fates – I
sleep well – as recorded – between
re-fining moments – My counsel to
my children is not abstruse – not a
moral after my death about caring
for oneself [we’ll now walk circles]

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