An Ode to Kleenex

By Lindsay Der

as the trees begin to yield their leaves, so too does my nose begin to shed 

nostrils as dry and cracked as the falling foliage

my nose angered, irritated, red

a white angel arrives, soothing my poor snout

plush and Ultra Soft™, but a gentle caress

a quick swipe wipes away my pout

Kleenex™ blesses my wintry days

until the sun shows her rays