I track
The
Pollen
Count
With
Dread,
Red
Eyes
And
A
Clogged
Head.
“Very
High
Today,”
I hear
The
Weather
Man
Cheerfully
Say,
As
I see
My
Neighbor’s
Mulberry
Tree
Come
Into
Leaf,
Bringing
Nasal
Grief.
These
Symptoms
Are
Spring’s
Pesky
Issue.
Jeez,
Hand
Me
A
Tissue.