I love to go for walks, to hike, to enjoy
a bright sunny day and to stop and smell the roses.
My nose, on the hand, hates all of these things.
It constantly complains and sometimes gets my eyes
to agree with its position. I try to appease it, take pills
and feed each nostril with a spray guaranteed
to make it happy. It seldom works
and so I spend my time fighting with a nose
intent on running away from all that I love.