a singular hair
a cattail
in the center
of the island
of her cheek
or perhaps
a solitary
carousel horse
up up
down down
POOF!
it disappears
for a moment
lost in the crevice
of a smile
i suppress the urge to
reach out and grab it
with my pincher fingers
to give it
a tweak
a jerk
i resist
smile
nod
after all
that hair may be
rooted to a jawbone
wrapped and tangled
tied to a tooth
perhaps that beautiful
hair extends to the
depth of her soul
twists its mad self round
all that is truly her
a pluck of that hair could
cause instant death
as her soul slides
through the open pore
so i
just watch
that lone reed
sway in the wind
of her conversation
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Clever! I love the humor in this.
And this is a singular poem! You take the hair to places I’d never imagine. Nice!
I love the line, “as her soul slides through the open pore”.
This is exactly how I used to feel about my grandmother’s beard hairs 😆
I love this so much. I can see and feel it.
OMG I hope it wasn’t me and my often very long hair the erupts without warning on my chinny-chin-chin!