Bad Hair Day?

Let the wind arrange my hair how it should be
If tousling is required by a universe
Which knows best (in any case better than me)

Poets look better when the weather is worse
Like Robert Frost when he read for Kennedy
Like Longfellow out at midnight all day long
Tousled in his mural at the library
(Or of course like Whitman any time at all)
Some wind through the hair makes a poet look... strong

The wind of the spirit the breath of the heart
The rising and then the falling of the breath
Signals to the drums for the parade to start
So the marching band can march to life from death

Shining Sousaphones now stand at attention
To strike up sudden and subterranean
Ready to root rainbows from bottom to top
Like a geyser or inverted waterfall
With colors too bright and many to mention
Except to recall them again and again

I feel the wind and never want it to stop
If tousling is required by the universe
Poets look better when the weather is worse

+Steven Curtis Lance



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