the old town wig store

i stop

and stare into the window

on King

Street,

gazing into

the Wig Store.

i say to Emily, it must

be a front

for something.

are there really that

many wigs

sold?

blue, red, green, silver

and black.

all styles

are present. from

the modern day

hairdo,

to Jackie O.

should we go in?

no she says,

not yet, all in good time

though.

all in good time.