|Dreadlocks drift forward and back every stride,|
Like kelp in the ocean as seen from a pier,
Swaying with each passing tide ...
|Blonde cap explodes at a toss of the head|
Into a pale nimbus that floats and then falls
Over a glimpse of an ear ...
|Ringlets cascade like a waterfall down|
Twin ridges of shoulder blades, pouring a flood
Into the valley below ...
|Ponytail pendulum tick-tocks a beat|
That follows the jogger intent on her pace:
Metronome cadence for feet ...
|'Lectrified 'Fro forms a spherical cloud,|
Dark halo defying conventional style ---
Natural, nappy, and proud ...
|Bald rocky pate gleams through whispy gray threads;|
Yosemite dome-like, it looms over brows,
Monument-weathered by age ...
|Strands of brown dangle and sway in the breeze,|
A curtain of beads or a jungle of vines,
Blowing a kiss to a cheek.
Friday, February 09, 2001 at 07:09:40 (EST) = Datetag20010209