THE HAIR OF FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

The hair on her head has unpredictable temper

The body of Lazarus, dead than arisen.

The color confuses insects

arouses thunder

seduces wind chimes

And when she combs it?

Oh my.

Electricity strangles the moon.

 

Copyright 2018

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