Hair
Baby soft
Down on the pillow
Soon to grow again
Longer
Between barber visits
Oh those CUTE curls
Or straight lines
Getting in slit eyes
Combing the Earth's
Thick plantations.
Later
In the looking glass
Thinner
The mirror cracks
But then
Who wants fat hair
Clogging the drains
Of the Solar System?
June, 2010.
Copyright © David Colquhoun | Year Posted 2014
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