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morning sunlight-
mountain ash berries glow
blood red
On the radio, Louis Armstrong's raspy voice croons:
"Leave your worries on the doorstep, life can
be so sweet on the sunny side of the street."
Downstairs, my daughter is caught up in a smoker's
hacking cough.
"I just have a cold, dad," she said a
week ago."
Louis sings on: "I used to walk in the shade
with my blues on parade ..."
It's a live recording, clapping in the background,
the audience caught up in Louis' mellow mood.
a staccato burst
of coughing-
I switch to a blues station
Does she believe herself? HIV positive, the cigarettes
lower her resistance, make an infection and AIDS
response more likely.
my daughter's blood-
the sunny side of the street
for a virus
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