Pollen Index

Pollen Index

Every morning over soldiers and egg
She reads out loud to me
The pollen index
And we plan our days
By the wind and the rain.

And under the table,
During confrontation,
Her hand finds mine

When I scrawl
She reads my meanderings,
Underlines mispellings

And she administers
My medicine

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