p o l l e n g a m e s

everything is now covered in a fine yellow skin.
the rain washed a lot away, but that only means the pollen is piling in the corners of drain paths, creating strange paisleys at the corner of your eye.

I saw one of the one-in-a-billion pollen grains that will contribute its DNA to the next generation of lovely and tall southern pine. it was on the go, flowing through the air, things to do.

And one thing you could do is assiduously collect pollen every spring for years on end. and then use it as a kind of bright and vibrating paint, like a certain German named Wolfgang.

Most of my friends do what may make the most sense, and simply sneeze.
it is just that kind of season.