Pollen
in air
nostrils,
shirt,
.
.
.
Sneeze!
Goes wheeze –
thin mucus film;
hands rush to cover
face’s embarrassment;
impulses quicker than reflexes.
Handkerchief lies crumbled in pocket,
then instantly taken out –
clenched in hand,
wiped harshly on the nose
in an upward direction.
These pollen
fly hither and yon
from dusk to dawn –
this spring makes one feel sick,
and coldly allergic to things.
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