In Our Feverish Summer.

Like every other
Sick child
I had smelled the eucalyptus
on my 
naked handkerchief.

My Doctors said
I was sick
From the 
Cold.


The Flu
That wreaks
The heart
And you
Never feel again.

You never feel.

We kids knew
How to 
Feel.

We could feel.

For a while

That smell of
Eucalyptus
And wonder 

If that’s
How
Love was like.

Like the smell
Of a
Daring eucalyptus
Keeping

The cold
away?