26 April, 2013

The Haircut

Optimistically entering the salon,
Forcefully, heated, aqua attacking the strands,
Then she  sits.

Like a sheep, she waits.

Shearer's cliipper has a
sound, like a wall of mosquitos.
Then nothing.

She waits for the bite but feels nothing.

The shearer uses the shears and gets paid.

Alice looks in the looking glass.

She cries Help.

-copyright Denise A White

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