"Allergies"

I sit and let my nose trickle

and it tickles

oh it does so tickle

in my nose

and down my throat

and yes 

the flowers smelled good

and the dog was soft

but oh the flowers tickled

my fingertips much more kindly

and the dog’s kisses 

were not quite so aggressive

as this tickle that persists

like a fickle cold— 

not quite sneezing

not quite breathing 

through my nostrils

but the sky was blue

and the grass so fragrant

and so I think tomorrow, 

tonight will be worth it,

because sunshine makes 

me forget the sneezing

and the tickles don’t trickle

to my nose until the day is done

and flowers have been sniffed

and dogs have been kissed.