I’m stuck in the North Wind’s left nostril.
When the wind blows,
It sneezes me out of its nose
Into its papery breezes
And I flitter about with the leaves and the litter.
Upside down and downside up,
Just another pile of snotty rubbish
Blown from the North Wind’s nose.
© 2013 Lesley Moss
© 2013 Amanda Lillywhite