By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated G)
In memory of Harry and Shorty Driskill, our little town’s barbers in the long-ago
A haircut today – my Wolfman look is shorn
The virus-time follicles set to rights
Follies and follicles, the locks of lockdown
A-tumbling down in coarse, unseemly waves
The haircut lady continues a narrative
Begun two months before, a local scandal
Unmasked at last to the buzz of the shears
“And I’d tell the governor where he can go…!”
My hair…
In isolation too long embedded
But suddenly, now, I feel light-headed!
(A shortcoming of lady barbers is that their shop walls do not feature pictures of poker-playing dogs.)
LogoSophia Magazine 