Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I Went

down into the streets
to get a haircut
everywhere people
rushed by
motorbikes cars rickshaws
they went by the shop
behind glass I saw
the pretty women
on their way to work
and when I had had
my haircut
my very short haircut
the wind fled round my head
I lifted up
into the blue skies
from my high chair
I breathed white clouds
people fled from my head
some shying to look at me
some happily amused
while one or two were clearly
shocked and threatening
I went home and took
a bath
I shampooed my hair
till it stood like a forest cool calm
and then the world settled
in my head
and the day curled up to me
with a book in bed.

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