| Washing Our Hands of It |
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| by
Janan Young |
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| Daniel,
God is my judge, |
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| jumped
up from sleep |
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| his
head cracking open, |
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| wiped
his nose and eyes |
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| on
the sheet. What a virus |
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inside the body, |
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| parasitic
microbes |
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| gaining
entry in the cells, |
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| bombs
in Kosovo harming |
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| innocent
children. |
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| I
huddle on the floor |
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| beside
him dosing one |
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| Adult
Tylenol 2 grape-flavored |
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| children’s.
485 grams for 75 |
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| pounds.
Daniel: visualize |
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| azura
and warm air blowing |
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| white
clouds slowly in an endless |
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| loop,
clear water flowing |
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| smoothly
over large granite |
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| stones,
breath evening |
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| into regular sighs. |
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| Previously
published on about.com Poetry, Guides Bob Holman and Margery Snyder |
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