It’s allergy season again

Time to let the gold dust soak

into my skin. Let my Birch arms branch

to the sky, the Maple root from my feet,

become the compost heap that little

mutt pees on.

Time to let the brilliant Lilac

bud from my eyes, the sweet magnolia

flow from my nose, the dandelions seed

my tongue.

Remember, I tell myself, I just need 

to suck up Spring

long enough to blossom.