Hair

(post-workshop exercise, descriptive poetry)

cerulean to shades of gold
smooth straw
smelling of campfire and
the kisses of a 5 month-old mutt
unadulterated love & unbridled joy
tucked behind my ear
and flaring gently like calm
ocean waves at my shoulders
spring is coming
but I’ve already caught a blazing
sunset and the flicker of fireflies
between strands
wearing the wildness of summer
in my hair

© Mary dela Torre, 2017

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