Full of lived life, I feel.
I note all the colour is in the garden, none in the hair.
(And is there a market where you are for human hair...?)
Best wishes from Max
On 25/6/08 1:04 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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