AH CHOO

Puffs of yellow
lifted on the wind
to everywhere.

Indiscriminate powder
silently parading
en masse.

Protected sperm cells
carried to destiny,
pistil or cone,

or the less romantic
schnoz de jour
or dashboard plight.

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©robin, 2013
my apologies to Jim Steinman for my poem’s ending and the
play on his famously penned lyric:)

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