i give up, you win

i give

up on the pollen.

the fine silt of yellow dust

that

covers the earth

and invades

my nose

and throat

making

me itch and swallow.

i surrender and lie there

with a box of

kleenex.

just take me, i say out

loud

to the trees

and fields,

sneezing,

wheezing.

blowing my nose

like a fog horn

at sea.

i give up, you win.