A tangle of hair floats across the room.
I watch it touch the floor ever so softly.
I remember when
my mother's hair was everywhere.
He, drunk and belligerent,
She, shocked awake,
dragged by the hair across the floor.
We three weeping,
trying to separate them.
Formless, I drift on a caravan of memories. Timeless, I wait for the present to take form. Shadowed shapes surround me. Drawn to the...
The bright shining light of a morning sun falls upon her shoulders. She coaxes greens and dandelion from the springtime garden. The...
Sissy stands in ankle-high grass, her back to the hill, her arms raised regally above her chestnut hair. Down-field, by the creek, her...
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