Mary Ellen Talley
Bio Note: I'm creating my own love theme for February since my husband and I celebrated Valentine's Day as well as our 50th and 51st wedding anniversaries in March privately and conservatively during Covid. Maybe masked anniversaries will become trendy. Celebrating love in its many hybrid forms.
You found the word, love, in a hundred poems, and scored as many heart-shaped papers with that word across the periphery of our proximity. We have been debating whether you engaged in plagiarism.
Cutting His Hair
In the rain drenched Olympics, clubmosses drape big leaf maples. Natives joke that men grow moss in their armpits. Wood-sorrel grows wild on the forest floor with brief white blossoms. Epiphytes suck damp air, and the scalps of nurse logs tingle in anticipation. Time grows wild inside rainforests and this house where a man of errant curls and beard sits like carved stone on a kitchen stool. Flecks of just cut hair slide down his newspaper cape, scatter to rest in red, brown, white heaps of duff, roots extending deep in the vinyl forest floor.
©2022 Mary Ellen Talley
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