Snot
It is a halcyon morning
Sunlight slants the line of oaks
Touch of breeze stirs my feelings
Of others long gone touching me
Their spirits bring a sneeze
As ancient Athenians predicted
A sneeze of sinus congestion
And when I lift my white handkerchief
To blow my nose the scent of coffee
From Papua New Guinea fills
My senses taking me to the Pacific
Where a Polynesian once made me come
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