Pollen Aftertaste

Spring lingers upon my tongue
And the pollen aftertaste
Makes me run for water
Since my throat is on fire
And before I start singing love ballads
I need to wash down
Every letter of the season
Drown spring in water
So the pollen
Dissipates into slow burn
And my voice
No longer a hostage
A soft rasp
Caught in a pollen aftertaste