What The Nose Knows Poem by derrick foster

My nose can’t be trusted.
It works when it wants.
It’s the sense of smell not discernment
Most times it’s on reactive delay
Other times open to suggestion
If a fire breaks out I’m in trouble.
It’s opened wide, just not always awake.
It’s what the nose knows
Don’t follow this nose
It knows not where it goes
Nor what it does
It smells badly and resists gladly the obvious
It doesn’t take much
And there’s no way of knowing
Where the nose and smell are going
Let’s wait awhile to smell
What the nose is showing
It will happen later than sooner
It’s what the nose knows