as he left 

  the far end of the 

    coach 

plagued with thoughts 

 of juniper 

     and misogynists 

        April in the city 

  too much pollen 

                           -trees bursting with blooms

sneezing from every room

- a dry dusty scratchiness

                            fingers fumbling with plastic sealed 

           antihistamines
 the sky in the valley 

                     looks unapproving

                     the green hills are holding on 

                                                but not for long
just have to hold out
for a bit more
he knew