When the rain stops
And the humidity sweats window glass
And you can see the yellow dusting,
Know that my cannon comes loaded,
And primed for internal combustion.

In one sniffle and wheeze…
Achoo!my cannon bursts
Leaving gross residue

I think I need Benadryl and a nap.

Spring is here to stay
For three months, hooray!
More bluebirds are chanting
More tulips are blooming
More trees are growing
And dusts are in the air.

The weather is cool, not cold
More houses are being sold
More joggers run in the streets
More retirees are warming the seats
More athletes are at their meets
And allergies are in the air.

Spring is here to stay
For a quarter of the year, hooray!

Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Not flowers,
I will buy
myself—
only dark,
bitter chocolate.

February allergies—
how dreadful.

Deathly allergic to life itself oddly
Takes roughly 90 years to die from it if you're lucky
But you see, luck doesn't know me
So we'll see how far I get past 40

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