You are yellow like mucous
Insidious like bad ideas loudly stated over and
over until people take them as normal.
You sneak and leak into every pore and cranny.
Oh, pine pollen, you are magical
The way you sneak and creep
Into the tread of my bike tire
Into my bed at night
Between my toes & up my nose
Why won’t you leave me alone?
You cling like a child
You invade like a Hitchcock movie…what was it’s name …”The Birds?”
You make me cry
Make me question my fate
You’re worse than a presidential candidate.