[FOsen]

Since I met you, I’m mildly undepressed—
I noticed this while dancing in the rain—
some malady (a strange, new avian strain?)
has got me trading birdsong with a nest
of robins, sneezing, just to hear I’m blest,
then blessing others, in a viral chain
that’s caused a deliquescence in my brain.

The doctor’s right, I ought to get some rest
or go and dose myself a chilling blast
of headline news, to make this fever wilt.
He says I’ll be contagious for a day.
But his “professional opinion’s" built
on words, so, quick—before this present’s past—
come see me, for I think I'll need a lay.

—Frank