47 Ag 107.868 (Silver)


I had my hair trimmed yesterday

The ends had split, begun to fray


But strangely I observed a blip

While brushing out from root to tip


Sprouting proudly from my part

New silver threads, like abstract art


Waving wildly from the crown

Gleaming ‘midst the sea of brown


Such boldness in their lustrous flout

I called their bluff and plucked them out


April 2019 – RB