the hair of an old man

The Hair of an Old Man

In the
dream I
gradually notice
that I’m
getting younger.

 

But the
face itself
is not
mine.

 

It’s the
face of
an alternative
younger me,
someone I
could have
been.

 

What I’m
mostly taken
with is
the hair.

 

The hair
is thick &
rich &
pitch black.

 

I’m in
my house
in the
dream &
there’s a
woman
with me.

 

I bring
her into
the bathroom
to look
into the
mirror over
the sink.

 

I want
verification.

 

I don’t
mention the
new face,
I concentrate
on the
hair.

 

“Look,”
I say.
“My hair
has turned
black again.”

 

“It’s the
mirror,”
she says,
& tilts
my head
so that
the hair
in the
mirror
turns gray,
the hair
of an
old man.

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