H. Rand Swansey
Cowlick - Poem by H. Rand Swansey
You arrived like a cowlick
an unruly shock of childhood rising petulantly,
denying the comb, refusing to be tamed.
With bold, convicted certitude,
you shuffled to the chair and
promptly you announced,
'I need the works! '
This would prove no easy charge.
Instinctively, the edges of my intellect
flew sharply into motion,
cutting and clipping methodically,
sheering and snipping away
each shaggy unkempt layer, until
our rendezvous had ended, and
what remained resembled more a
cut both smart and worthy.
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