Springtime allergies

I was never one to yearn for spring —
the air too full of eager wings,
the breeze a burden of song.
Even the ground swells,
straining under a yoke of seeds.

Leave me in spring
to wait for the season’s passing,
and look for me then when
my face is pressed
to a sepia sky.

© Elaine Frankonis

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