Close Shave Poem by Charles Mungoshi

Close Shave

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A plane roars above
rattling the loose sheets of the roof.
Clearly he hears the click-click
of the barber's cold shears
close to his jugular vein.
He swallows, dryly -
a distant memory
brushes his brow
feathery, ever so lightly -
as a big ball of new grey hair
softly - heavily falls in his lap.

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Angie Tshandu 02 April 2023

Can I please have the analysis of this poem

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