WHAT THE BARBER THINKS...
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goes his mind
cutting through thought
with the voice of the scissors
his hands
two sparrows
dancing with Time
each head
a changing field
now flowing wheat
now bare stubble
his mind
taking flight
taking off
the too much there
dealing with
the not enough here
the making beautiful
the altering appearances
the human touch
the kindest cut
but where
(you want to know)
where does the barber's mind go
& what are his thinkings?
Ahhhh my friends
sure that would be
telling you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem