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
Published by Shannon Laws
Shannon Laws is a poet, producer, and advocate for the arts. She is the recipient of the Village Books Literary Citizenship Award, two Mayor’s Arts Awards, and the “Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion” from the Writers International Network in British Columbia. Shannon is the author of four poetry books and one poetry album. Since 2022, she has published Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, near the Salish Sea.
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