A Robert Service poem I'd forgotten about

( The first two stanzas of it, anyway. )

It doesn't describe me, but the first four lines of the second stanza really get to me for some reason anyway.

Tango pollen...

First, I seem to be allergic to something that's hit the local air in the last two days. Does anyone local know what kind of pollen is around right now? I keep sneezing on the way to and from work.

Second, tango classes started last night. There's something rather zen about it, at least from the follower's perspective: don't anticipate, and move as though every step might be your last, because it might be. I'm not very good at that yet.

Third, I finished The Secret Life of Bees yesterday. It's very mother-centric. It made me realize that I really don't enjoy thinking about my mother, even though I know who she is and she loves me and all that. Bleh. Family, bleh. I just feel like coding.