Bleck

Apr 11, 2011 10:14

It's that time again:

"Spring has splattered
warm and sticky
across the face
of our fair city." - me

This morning I saw it drifting down large and often enough to look like snowflakes. Seriously? What next, pollen angels? Sperm forts? Sporemen?

I would say the plants can just suck it, but I'm afraid they'd be enthusiastic about the prospect given their fondness for tossing genetic material over everything.

Me? I'm zomb-mo-tized, and seriously considering starting a bandana trend.

nature, poetry

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