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.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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