She raises both arms to
Free the clasps binding her
Long, lush hair. It explodes
Down her back, taking my
Breath away.
Tag: hair
Exploring
Exploring, it’s always a thrill to find an
Unlocked, deserted hospital building.
It’s eerie entering into rooms where
Patients have died–listening to the
Sounds of their last breath, making
My hair stand on end.
Hair
People fuss about my hair.
They say it’s to long, get a
Haircut. But I say I am a
Poet and I want too grow
My hair long. It’s part of
The image. The last thing
I want to look like is a
Fricking businessman.
My Love
My love wears
A caftan.
With her long
Hair and
Facial features
Suggesting an
Exotic
Lineage,
She draws
Looks from
Others
As well
As me.
Happiness
Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Swimming
When I was in college I paid
Big money to take a beginning
Swimmng class and began with
The basics
During one class I was in at about
Chest high level and without
Realizing it drifted into the 6 foot
Depth and did not know how to
Tread water
Lucky for me, someone grabbed me
By the hair and pulled me to the
Shallow side
In later years I naturally and without
Any stress taught myself how to
Swim and it did not cost a thing.
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