Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy
As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts
Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more
Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.
Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving
The outside slows down and the inside opens up
It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current
Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core
Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…
Residing all along a line
Outside sitting on a bench of pine
Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine
Wasted time dribbled away from Kenny
Reaching for his mostly empty beer, he finished the job
Everyone turned as he slammed it to the bar top
Cussing at the slow bartender, he demanded another
Know what? He found out the gutter was cold with snow runoff
Eventually, he managed to get himself into a sitting position
Depositing the remains of that beer into the gutter, he watched time follow it down the drain