cute fun fringes
frame my face
as clippings fall to
tickle my neck
but he trims with a machete,
blindfolded,
as dolphins die and
animals scurry from
burning trees
with no place to go.
fringed locks wilt in 100 degrees
and damp clumps stick
to my face
floating fine particulates
drop from the haze to
burn my throat and fill my lungs.
copyright Susan Stone 2018
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