Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

The Nose
 

My nose has started to lean to the left.

It happens when you get old.

You’d like to stay on the straight old road

But you get old and lean to the left.


 

The path you’re on, it starts out straight.

To love, to truth, to fame.

Then the nose goes off on its own, on its own

And you circle back round to the grave.