dancing cha-cha
in your nose or a forceful
sneeze excited to let go would you
wipe me up with a cotton hanky?

If I was a cranky gale
blowing hot messing your coiffure
or a hangnail with spots and
a jagged edge would you file
me down?

If I was a pounding
throb in your head would you
lay me in your four-poster bed
and lock the door?

If I was a thick pile
of stinking manure
squishing between your toes
would you wash me away
with water and soap?

If I was a rope
would you climb? Watch the sunrise
over the mountain. See the eagle
fly around and catch our breath. We've
only this one chance left.