allergy season, how do I love thee / let me count the ways:

one is the number of minutes it took for pollen to transform me / whilst dining on the porch last night

two are the itchy eyes requiring constant medication / or also the chafed nostrils (since i don’t have any Kleenex)

three for the prescriptions I have tried / to rid me of this foul pestilence

four is the number of hours I have been awake to endure this misery

and five for the minutes I have been composing this fine ode.

thank you.