No. 1
The buzzing teeth of the barber’s electric snake mows down the fabled silver strands of wisdom
And within minutes the spotlight of my Halo too is dimmed and makes me feel brand new.
With a yawn
And not a grimace,
I entrust my lawn
(Which once twisted with vines
Of youthful, thick dark brown lines)
To the skillful hands of this refugee
From India’s neighbor that starts with a P.
Soon all that’s left is a burgeoning salt and pepper field
Blending and masking, acting as an agent of Shield.
(2013)
