Poetry: Loose Hair

Sometimes you don’t
Notice a stray hair
On your clothes
Until the light hits it
Stray thoughts
A lost memory
Forgotten friend
Your car keys

Things we loose
Blown off us
Fingers rustle through
Our hair, looking
How can you put
Back into the follicle
Stray hair that 
Left the scalp
It must instead be mourned
If it was even missed or
Greeted graciously
Like a fresh beginning

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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interest include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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