thanks all -- first revision below.
birthday was in may -- i think i must not be used to it yet.
"Why cut your hair?"
It pulls so heavy, so long
it's a hindrance to sitting.
Up, it brings headaches;
down, a tangle and no one
but me to brush it out.
No one lifts it but me,
no other hands hold it.
Braided, I'm a matron;
knotted, a librarian. Some
other woman or child, bald
from illness and its cures,
will carry it with more
grace, more gratitude.
It will grow back, thinner
and more gray. I found
blood on the garden
stones this morning.
Some songbird, caught
in the talons of a kestrel?
The garden is blooming:
yellow columbine, blue
delphinium, purple allium,
coral bells, a hundred small
white flowers on the wild
geranium. I breathe deep
the fertile air. I try to stand
up straight. I try to hold
my head high. It's heavy.
On Tue, Jun 24, 2008 at 9:04 PM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> "Why cut your hair?"
>
> It is so heavy, so long
> it's a hindrance to sitting.
> Up, it brings headaches.
> Down, it's a tangle
> and no one but me
> to brush it out. No one
> lifts it but me, no other
> hands hold it. Braided,
> I'm a matron; knotted,
> a librarian. Some other
> woman or child, bald
> from illness and its cures,
> will carry it with more
> grace, more gratitude.
> It will grow back.
>
> There was blood
> on the garden stones
> this morning. Some
> songbird, caught in
> the talons of a kestrel?
> The garden is blooming:
> yellow columbine, blue
> Chinese delphinium,
> purple allium, coral
> bells, a hundred small
> white flowers on the wild
> geranium. I am sixty;
> I try to stand up straight.
> I try to hold my head
> high. It's heavy.
>
>
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