My car has a yellow sheen of pollen
requiring the use of windshield wipers
or the brush on the back of the ice scraper
to drive safely.
We’re only on Day 2.
Eventually the pollen will drift like snow,
and when the savior rain comes it will
carry the offending grains down the driveway or
into the gutter, swirling like all the stars in the Milky Way.
Until then, let the suffering begin.