washed ashore separated from the onslaught of civilized cleanliness
my shampoo and conditioner nowhere to be found
days and weeks roll by no reality inducing mirror can i buy
refuge from the sun and wind and crabs birds weave nests in my hair
from finches to starlings and pelicans and migrating geese a kransekake is woven
eggs safely guarded in the mesh of my hair a hundred hatchlings i am protecting there
(-: Rhoda :-)
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