Hair

First came the flowers,

then the 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

with the snakes

in the wilderness.

And now we’re here

in that wilderness

and there’s a medley

of coloured words

the dark and bright

pasts intertwined

in the words

and in our hair.

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