Waiting at the cash register
I encountered the fair-skinned woman
The telltale lines revealed her age
As I admired her choice of porcelain swan
Her friendly smile yielded the way
to the gift reason — a sibling birthday
Attentive, I became aware
of her short and thinning hair
unusually styled into a nest
of carefully coiffed curls
strategically positioned to guard her secret
but corrective combing failed to hide
a problem that can produce no pride
What was the reason for the wreath?
My acquaintance was balding underneath.
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your compassion always shines through
By: sher on February 15, 2009
at 8:28 pm