Hair Poem
Hair Poem
—Bill Knott
Hair is heaven's water flowing eerily over us
Often a someone drifts off down their long hair and is lost
Hair is heaven's water flowing eerily over us
Often a someone drifts off down their long hair and is lost
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Death
—Bill Knott
Perfume opens its eyes of you.
I shall be the shepherd of your hair.
A dawn made of all the air I ever breathed.