Hair EyeA Poem by Shannon St. DenisIf I just keep picking and picking...I once pulled out a hair that had caught along the center of my eye; It was bluish-gray with flecks of gold and reddish frays that curled so slightly into a spiral. It wasn't until the strand became black and 10 feet long That my eye sparkled clean and bright white-- and I noticed a hair in the other. © 2015 Shannon St. Denis |
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