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It'll Grow Back

I say, "I'm sorry,"
run into her office

like Samson to Delilah
after a haircut,

as sorry for the hacking
as for what I'd done.

You expect a haircut
to change everything.

The world will be different.
Pillars that blocked the way

will crumble. I'll be a
new man and everyone

will see. I brood
over the buzz cut.

It takes a few days.
It grows on you--the new

look. Of course,
your hair grows, too.

Ultimately, you say,
"It'll grow back,"

shrug your shoulders,
"It's not the end of the world."

I like this humorous take. Delightful

Clever

Enjoyed .

Thanks Bob Ken Meena

Clever poem, Billy. Really enjoyed.
Eira