It is a huge pollen year, more than enough for all of us. Everyone I know... with allergies and without... seems to be afflicted.
I wake up sneezing.
Pollen has been
The underlying thread
In this summer weaving
Of the whole;
The common denominator
In our body politic;
The unitive breathing in
Of that substance
Which would be better off
Doing the work
It is meant to do:
Flower to fruit
To food on the table,
Except now
We wake up sneezing,
More than enough pollen
For all purposes,
Even enough
To provide food
For conversation.
