Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Yellow is the springtime of my decongestant

I don't recall ever suffering from hay fever until I moved to North Carolina. There's about a three week period in spring when the pine trees paint the world yellow with pollen ("tree sperm" as friend R calls it). My symptoms are usually not too bad, and only occasionally do I need a hit of loratadine (i.e., generic Claritin). A few weeks ago we went through a period of a week with sunny summery weather and no rain just when the pine trees were getting all excited. I was determined to keep up my regular evening walks, no matter how much I sneezed. The rain's arrival was literally a sight for sore eyes.

Yellow is the Springtime
of My Decongestant

The car is a giant
sugar-sprinkled jelly doughnut
to confused bees
hunting for the nectar filling.
As I watch with jaundiced eye
the first raindrops bead
into tiny powdered balls
that cling to the hood and windscreen.
Soon rivulets paint Day-Glo streaks
across the driveway,
the chartreuse Honda is white again,
and I can breathe once more.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

Free Lunch

Yes, There is a Free Lunch

I have defriended you.
Nothing personal, just like it really wasn’t all that personal
to accept your invitation in the first place.
I was promiscuous in my friending then,
and since we had five friends in common,
and despite having only a vague idea of who you were,
I accepted.

But now I have defriended you.
I still don’t really know who you are,
though I see your status updates regularly:
looking forward to the weekend,
sipping wine now that the kids are in bed,
watching Steel Magnolias for the thirteenth time.
People I don’t know post karma and stickers
and Larry Fishes on your wall,
share comments on Gossip Girl and Doctor McDreamy,
tag you to answer 25 very personal questions
about things I really don’t want to know.

Burger King will give me a free Whopper
to defriend ten Facebook friends,
and let’s face it, it’s a mighty stretch to call you a friend,
so this is really a freebie.
Tomorrow while I’m eating my Whopper
I know I’ll enjoy it as much as ever, probably more, since it’s free.
There will be no guilt and no one will know
I earned it by defriending ten friends.
I’m not saying that you are worth no more
than a tenth of a fast food sandwich,
but there’s no denying your friendship
is worth less than that to me.