shh a doe by unknown
took this lousy picture two days ago
the next day I read about shadow
it can’t be seen
but there’s a bird
sitting there
cooling itself
in the shadows
not afraid of something big
and these days when it comes to love
coincidence is all I have
I guess I’ll settle for 777
because it’s in the news again
—–
these days the hair is being grown for
a donation
and sometimes I think more guys should do it
but
after reading what’s in the shadows
no woman deserves hair
from a guy like that
and I may be accused of how sad
s h ad ow
but she sits in the copper
in the dark
allowing no shadows
I pull up a chair and sit
I wash her hair and listen
and when we go outside
it’s pouring
in a moonless evening
—-
If my memory is correct, this is the very first of the poems I found on the Flagstaff Missed Connections. At the time, I had just started growing my hair so that I could later donate it (a process that took almost two years). And while my hair was growing, the Flagstaff poet posted many, many more poems.
