Nose

I always wondered about her nose.
From the delicate bridge between her
deep-set, shadowed eyes, it gracefully
broadens; a river would
flow so smoothly onto
the planes of her freckled cheeks
without so much as a ripple
until mid-way down towards
her delicate nostrils, the smooth line
of her nose is broken by remnants
of a craggy peak pushed forth
from its base just as mountain peaks
emerge from the softness of the
desert, vigorously thrust skyward
as tectonic plates crash against
each other in a violent
confrontation.