Planet Hairbrush
what clings to the bristles at
ground level
but the residue of thousands
of thoughts
I might have coaxed
into bloom
were it not for the effort
to smooth
hair bent asunder by dreams.
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a poem a day for National Poetry Month, and sometimes other months as well, and sometimes more than one poem, and rarely none at all
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