Hair

First came the flowers,

then the song

then many songs

of hope

of  love 

of peace.

Harmonies

of living

becoming

intertwined

with hair.

Then came the spikes,

the streaks and shaves

of grungy aggression

despair and fear

of what lies

outside

in the wild

with the snakes,

out there in the wild.

And now we’re here

in the wilderness

and there’s a medley

of coloured words

the dark and bright

pasts intertwined

in the words

and in her hair.

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