Midnight Haircut

It is midnight and I am getting a haircut on the lawn.

I am tired, but I shiver with excitement.

 

Gentle hands tug and snip at my curls,

And as they fall they take root in the grass.

 

I will never remember this happening to me,

Save for lonely forgotten dreams and

The strange feelings of Deja Vu that I feel

Any time I go to the barber shop.

wph

VT

16 years old

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