Shnarg, hunff! My nose has been blinded by love in the form of tree pollen. I feel like an insect, tapping my antennae like a cane for chemical traces I can't process.
But there were glimmers earlier as the steam from my tea entered my nostrils with its own curiosity. The steam softened my vision and offered a momentary field of mint. One sense subdued, the other sharpened.
In ancient caves, archaeologists have found deep drifts of pollen, layered over millennia...the residue of plant sexuality blown in by wind, humans and other beasts dusting the cave floor as they entered.
Modern city planners specify only male trees along our streets. Their intent -- to save municipal funds spent cleaning-up the messy fruit of female trees. The outcome -- lovelorn males cast out pollen like love letters on the wind. Yearning, and casting out, again and again, sighs of pollen for the missing females.
And so I think, of springtime and pollen and love messages whose stickiness impairs my senses and persists over time.
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pollen gets slippery in spring rain. i see bright yellow green love on black gray pavement.
This has been haunting me. What if fruit trees were planted along the streets of the cities? What would it be like to live in cities where people didn't go hungry?
Shoot, even trees are hungry—starved of the beauty and love and affection that they need and deserve.
What if the overt impetus of our society wasn't based on profit? And what if that profit wasn't based on the animalistic tendency toward addiction?
The bottom line, at least a few dashes of it, is, if we didn't have poor people we wouldn't have an army. We wouldn't have a war for oil—oil that is used to transport fruit to our cities. Fruit that could be growing in our streets.
What if we all started working less and spending more time with people we love, or traveling, or making art, or telling and writing stories, just connecting with one another?
Those city trees are gay, gay, gaaaaaay!!!! I can assure you that they enjoy each others pollen.
Like all other things gay, they flock to the cities for comfort and safety.
Although, it would be great to have an apple orchard right down 14th street.
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