Spring fling ... Prose poem ...

Smells of early spring,

Hit me like the smell of a man wearing too much musk cologne,

My vision blurred,

From my eyes tearing,

My mouth was openly inhaling,

Because my nose refused to breath,

While a headache throbbed deep inside my head

A glass of water,

A red sinus pill,

Twenty minutes later,

I took a deep breath of spring,

And welcomed the allergies it was about to bring,

Because I didn't care,

As long as there was no visible air coming from my mouth,

as I exhale my breath,

Nor sidewalks blanketed with heavy wet white snow, 

For my shovel and aching back to throw

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