The virus strikes — me, too.
It is ravaging the corridors of my head.
Dense, heavy migraine!
Sprouting spring outside,
I can’t go out,
I’m being kept, indoors.
An official column of motor raiders has passed in front of
If only I could fly my way, out there,
have the column sneak into the panning of photography.
I ignore you, virus!
I have the migraine stretch itself;
no longer do I feel it.
I flutter my legs on the couch,
suspended in the bubble of a moment:
Time to binge the 2nd season of 'Bridgerton'!