Pollen People

People pressing onward from spring into December

Passing, passing, passengers pass by going nowhere

Creatures carried cross the crescent winds of North America

Pollen passing, passing from Sahara to Siberia

Presently the peasants make pretensions of the rain

Princes play, pretending that the peasants plot the reign

Showers sow our shelter so severely shall we guard

Places passing, passing into memory and word

Pleasant possibilities presented passionately in March

Placated past debate into November placed in starch

She somberly succumbs to something sad to be believed

She’s passing, passing, passing by like pretty Autumn leaves

 

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