They say Texas lacks seasons. Perhaps our spring, summer, winter and fall are not as well defined at they are elsewhere, but we do have seasons. They’re named for allergies.
Still Sneezing
I sniffed my way through oak and elm
And snorted through ragweed in June
A day and a half of relief in July
Til mold became my doom
My eyeballs are covered in angry streaks
And my nose is tickly and raw
I almost started to see the light
Til the cat nuzzled up against my jaw
Oh Texas, I love you, but your foliage
Has taken to my sinuses like a cleaver
And although I’ll breathe easily once we get a cold snap
It’s just a sweet break
Til my Texas Sweetheart,
Cedar Fever
Produced by Laura Rice.
