Pollen
Everywhere in the air, outside and inside, inside and outside, on clothes, in hair, in eyes, in nose, blowing across the tennis courts, driveways, parking lots; collecting on the front porch, on cars, on rooftops, on picnic tables, on ponds and lakes, mailboxes and minnows—spring’s yellow fallout—choking lungs, throats, breathing mechanisms, air vents and ductwork, duck quacks and geese grunts; merging with cat fur and dog hair, ceiling dust and dryer lint; allowing writing on vehicles; providing pressure-washers with plenty of work; keeping windows and doors shut and millions of bees employed; preventing outdoor activity—like bike rides and joy rides in a convertible; sending thousands to doctors and pharmacies; eliminating joy for all who bear no immunity; aggravating wearers of contact lens; lasting longer than tax season but shorter than death. Pollen is like the opposite sex—necessary for propagation but prohibitive to peace of mind.
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