you'd give
a million dollars, if
you had that
sort of money
lying around in
cash
to stop sneezing,
and blowing
your nose.
your physician,
mr. web md
says it's hay fever,
pollen,
grasses,
invisible dust
and mites
floating
in the air.
you get on your
knees and
pray to mother
nature, father
time, and any
other assorted lesser
gods to please
bring on the first
solid freeze
so that you can live
again,
and breathe.
right now you are
staring at brochures
for real estate
in Alaska.
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