Known But Not Familiar Words
I always
put it around my nostrils,
I answer when she asks me
where I put my Vicks.
Then in my half-sleep
I notice how strange the word sounds,
"nostrils." Words not often said
wander in the woods without trails.
Something like nose,
I know that word even though it's
not every day. Nostrils, the appendage
feature, like the nomenclature of insect parts.
In my half-sleep about to slip
into dream my facetious mind
knows how linked
here on earth to parts of strange beasts.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2012
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