Loratadine, Azelastine,
Fluticasone, and Clemastine
Wage war against the yellow hoard
That settles like, well, pollen. Stored
All seasons round, the wave’s deployed
Against the populace that’s toyed
With lunch outside, or taking walks,
Or lingering for longer talks
Enchanted with the aching sight
Of fuchsia paired with chartreuse, right
Beside the virgin dogwood white,
Deceptive. Unsuspecting might
They wield, releasing armies light
As air – internally they fight.
While sneezing, itching through the plight,
The natives tell the neophytes,
“There’s hope. A hero will descend,
And watery eyes will have an end.
Endure – and watch the Spring mature
From inside ‘til we have the cure.
You’ll know the end has finally come
When dark green conquers celadon.
The Wind will toss the colors down
And dark clouds – not now cause for frown –
Will lift your eyes in hope to see
The Rain that comes to set us free!
In yellow torrents, Spring will wash
In garish gutters. With panache,
The Summer Rain will rescue you –Until then, stay indoors –” ACHOO!!
Kate Susong writes comedic essays and short stories that can be found on her Substack at www.katesusong.com. She has English literature degrees from Princeton andColumbia and lives in Atlanta with her husband and two children.