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.
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