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Three Line Lunch: The Haircut

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 194

The Haircut

Twenty-year long hair snipped away — yes, it still falls almost to shoulders,
But it sweeps, it curls, it waves, it dances, if it could by god it would sing.
Change is in the air — change is in the hair — and a new day brushes my face.