My haircuts used to be six weeks apart.
For 50 years I kept the style short,
but now a year has passed us since the start
of house arrest, I’ve grown some longer curls.
I’ve even added to my shopping cart
(online of course) barrettes and bands and clips
(but not a comb or brush – that isn’t smart
unless I want the frizz I try to thwart).
I’ve lockdown-learned a touch of tressy art.

(Magic 9)

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