2020-06-22T15:00:49-07:00June 17th, 2020|Musings on life|

The grey weeds

A photo essay of the pandemic
would show empty streets
and faces in masks

but what I would like to see
is a montage
of the hair

the long, grey and unruly
weeds that took over heads
while salons were closed

like my husband
who looked in the mirror today
and quietly declared

if a bird shit hair

my mouth opened
as if to protest
but all that came out
was the betrayal
of silence.

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