brush
her long blonde hair in the mirror,
counting strokes,
i think back
and reminisce
about hair.
my own hair.
i remember it well.
i have many
photos of it.
when young, when playing
sports,
graduations
and parties,
when getting
married.
there i am at the beach,
coming out of the ocean
pushing back
my long
brown locks,
sun streaked.
oh, the barbers i have
known.
the combs
and brushes,
the blow dryers, the shampoos
and conditioners.
the part on the side,
the Elvis twirl in front,
the Brylcreme
and cowlick.
i remember hair well
as i watch
her brush her long blonde
hair in the mirror.
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