Of all the body parts we own, our nose
is pointedly the one that doesn’t stay
where it belongs. It sniffs prevailing winds
and chases rumors — huffs them in and puffs
them out (with variations on the theme).
Beneath a haughty sheen, it sneaks behind
the neighbor’s fence where gossip grows, and seeks
the place where folks conceal their naughtiness.
It pokes away at closet walls until
they fall … and all their secrets tumble out.
A nose was meant to be attached; to serve
its owner with delight and as a means
of warning of surprise attacks. It should
not be cavorting in the streets, intent
on scents of business that are not its own.