Shaky Hands Poem by joses tirtabudi

Sitting in a high chair,
Eyes closed -
Lean back, breathe in
As the towel around my shoulder folds.
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My hairdresser looks in the mirror
Glassy blue eyes
With shaky hands -
They swear he is high.
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Most people they fear him
His shaking hands
They break their nerves.
He's an unstable man.
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Like them quivering hands
They can't trust
The shaking
Of scissors that rust.
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Fearful if he slips
If those shaking hands fail
The consequence
That will be unveiled.
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I lean back, snip, snip
I have faith
In those shaky hands
A confidence you can't take.
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Those glassy blue eyes
Never waver
His shaky hands
Never falter.