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Entanglements


***********

in this interminable summer

our hair has grown like

the tallest of buffalo grass

long, deep-rooted and wild



I admire your ability to grow your hair

You admire my ability

both of our heads seem sprouted and matted

unattended and reaching

the tendrils drop and fall everywhere

into my mouth

into my eyes

I am forced to peer from underneath them


we've become

intertwined,

woven together like an intricate braid


we're the susurration of deep rhythms

and cooing breaths

in this impossible implausible heat

which has enveloped the entire earth

with its smothering and cloying


still our hair-growing continues

 our own over--grown tresses

nearly becoming a mattress

a self-made bed

grown from the mows of our cast-off

prodigiously grown hair....


as we lie down

we blithely share late-night murmurings

of dreams of other lives spent

when we were not even a memory to one another...


so...

how could it be

that I knew you before we knew of each other

entanglements

so knotted

the mystical has merged with the every day.


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