Grey Ends Poem by Bianca Free

tips of white darkening into rich grey ends
twined with carpet hairs of floors and stairs
soft, but years
have robbed the sheen and fullness
an elder's dullness it possesses
however it's still warmth
short strands; white-tipped, and grey end
millions falling from that familiar plane
then affixed to foreign bodies
clinging to the fibers
or leaping boundary to boundary
crawling on skin, filling the ridges of wood
rubbing against solid frame
sucked into a tunnel
grey ends and white tips spread like rain
from her frame