Scissors and Electric Clippers Try to Resurrect Royalty
“He says the highway dust is over all” ~ Robert Frost, “The Oven Bird”
He’s haunted by a curly-headed ghost.
This younger male had royal, curly hair.
When he was just a boy, he didn’t boast
About its beauty though it had a flair
Of gorgeousness. The scissors work now on
A head that has a fringe as thinning as
The tonsure on an old-age monk. Hair gone
Competely (almost), early age pizzazz
Is what the man remembers as the cut
Continues patiently. The barber tries
To please the guy, but just exactly what
Sad trimming might kibosh the silent sighs?
..The barber keeps on making patient tweaks.
….The curly-headed ghost soundlessly squeaks.