Stung in the green air of spring and
dusty like an abandoned sandal I wonder
when my body imagines
that most things are poisonous
why it is that I can breathe pure pollen.
The stuff ruins spring for my friends.
They stumble red-eyed into walls.
I like to tell them, because I am insensitive,
"Don't let pollen get the best of you!
Pollen is just a kid!
It doesn't know any better.
Get to know it and it will
turn your patio gold,
alight on you like sunlight,
teach you what the evening smells like!"
-Tay
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