I imagine my hair in a different era.
Coal-strewn and tobacco scented.
I picture it sailing through snapping sea air,
unfurled like a sail.
Threads of it let loose
to search out fresh territory.
I imagine my hair in a different era.
Coal-strewn and tobacco scented.
I picture it sailing through snapping sea air,
unfurled like a sail.
Threads of it let loose
to search out fresh territory.