Daily (unforseen)

  I have lost
my comb. I discovered this
early this morning
when I
had rised and stood
in front of the mirror to
put each strand of hair
(connected to the scalp)
in place (beteween dandruff)
in the ususal systematically pattern
It was not to be found
anywhere
in my room. So

now I walk around
and let
the wind pull my hair,
and organize it
as the wind pleases.

Or I let a hand
glide through it
so that I'm able to
meet
other people

 
nalenale
[129] nale (1981)