My Hair
Who’d ever thunk it?
A head full of round, squiggly, popping curls,
softened with water and subtle rosemary herbs,
leaving the scent of warm sunshine.
Stretchy confections spring back towards
the head, waiting to grow up.
Called sweetness, it is gathered
together for a fluffy puff.
Rose colored sexy, it is wild and free.
Behind me like a second moon.
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