"And that itch you cannot reach..."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
Allergy Season
This is the season of tears
that appear without sorrow--
first they curve April's green spikes,
then you see as after a rain--
a painful glistening, silver coins
flung at a beggar's face.
And that itch you cannot reach:
Why should it be otherwise
when everything you see
is unattainable:
tree tops, sky, your own longings
buried in their seed.
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