If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Your Nose:

…this is an ode to your nose.
and the way that it sniffles and

how it wrinkles and sneezes
and runs where it pleases
just to keep you at home with
a cold.

when not under the weather
there’s none that smells
better: toast burning. spits turning.
wood fire. a rose.

so many more uses than
one might suppose.

your nose.