My nose opens—ah!Pollen, amused at my hope,closes it again. **** I breathe through both sides—a sweet vernal luxurybriefly permitted. **** Nasal liberty—brief, fragile, and under siege,falls to the grasses. **** Benadryl bargain:air in the nose, sandbags inthe skull and eyelids.
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