It’s interesting, this growing out my hair after about fifteen years of having it fairly short. Suddenly I’ve got wavy hair, and it not only looks different from the super-straight short stuff I had but I kind of like it better now that it’s got white hairs streaking through it here and there. Go figure. Still, that doesn’t make the following poem true. Just sayin’.
Lady Samson
Her hair’s grown long now; does this signify
She’s stronger yet somehow, or then, have I
Mistaken this adornment so hirsute
For something that a person more acute
Would recognize as only pretty hair?
I’ll ponder it (and hope not seem to stare)
Until a sign arises that this length,
If only by its beauty, gives her strength,
For anyway, I oughtn’t give a fig
