Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Hair Ceremony


I saw him standing, looking down the hill. He wore his jammies and a quiet expression. He held something black in his hand.




The next day I stood, where he had been, absently gazing down the hill. While my dog sniffed around the weeds and flowers, I saw the two handfuls of hair, tossed about 10 feet apart.


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