Dread Not

Strands interwoven,

man, woman,

baby makes three,

braided, gold ring

for a rubber band.

The hair

keeps growing

from the scalp,

and the braid

is frayed by wind

and the hats we wear.

Comes a time

when you consider

just cutting it off

at the base.

Imagine how light

your head might feel

turning this way and that.

About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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