My car has a yellow sheen of pollen
requiring the use of windshield wipers
or the brush on the back of the ice scraper
to drive safely.
We’re only on Day 2.
Eventually the pollen will drift like snow,
and when the savior rain comes it will
carry the offending grains down the driveway or
into the gutter, swirling like all the stars in the Milky Way.
Until then, let the suffering begin.
Pollen on the windshield – You can see where I used the wipers–and that the pollen has start accumulating again…
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Using a combination of prompts: “rain” from Adele Kenney and “suffering” from Robert Lee Brewer. Come to think of it “un-love” from NaPoWriMo applies too…I SO un-love spring allergies…
Karin S. Wiberg 
aahhhhchhhooo!!
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Gesundheit!!
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Ah, the joys of plant sperm. Even yuckier when you think about what it is…
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HAHA! So true!
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Remembering, from what I have read, that the gross, highly visible and seemingly ubiquitous yellowish-green pollen isn’t even what causes us misery. It’s only an outward sign that the smaller, nearly invisible pollens that irritate us to sneeze and sniffle are also in the air. Right back at-choo!
After the rain this morning, there was a nice puddle between my front yard and my parking space with a layer of that pollen on it the approximate color of … gross … infected mucus. Welcome, spring! 🙂
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Pollen snot everywhere!!! Glad for the rain though…
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