Blue sky as kettle boils.
Housemate in silk PJs
'Ah, you can smell the blossoms!'
i am out of hayfever pellets
(this is how i eat them,
by the handful),
eyes watering, preparing to
ride through clouds of
pollen with eyehooks.
itchy, patchy, red and white
squinting, while the rest of Melbourne
roll its limbs on lawns
in short shorts at lunch time.
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