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