Thursday, July 30, 2009

Hair

I love to run my fingers
through the long strands
of your hair; blonde mixed with red,
like strawberries and cream.

Sometimes you wear it straight,
sometimes braided, sometimes in a bun.
Pink ends, pig tails, and untamed curls;
or dark brown like cascading chocolate waves.

Among a harem of maidens fair
I just want to wallow in your hair.

Change Morphs to Chance

I was part of a large layoff from Wells Fargo, the only place I had worked since emigrating from Great Britain many moons ago. It felt like ...