I boiled water for a nasal rinse
and fogged my kitchen windows thoroughly.
The garden view is looking wintry since,
but spring in fact approaches bloomingly,
so pollen irritates me, probably,
producing mucus and persistent drain
that coats my throat and chokes phlegmatically,
distilling a desire for some rain.


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