Hair
Normally
a long hair in shared food
is unwelcome
But finding one
on my clothing
was a happy occasion
after yesterday
I wound it round my fingers
pulled it through my mouth
With its gold sheen
a piece of your extraordinary reality
that will take years
to adjust to
happily
11.13
Copyright © Piers Denholm-Young | Year Posted 2016
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