It’s “thank you” Thursday – which is a name whose tweeness is making me cringe but appreciating people in your life is no bad thing.
Also inspired in part by this.
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Sometimes our hair converges.
Other days, your Peacock Blue is growing out
As my Hot Purple still stains my scalp.
My shaved sides are a poor echo, though,
Of your glorious Mohawk.
I don’t think your manager likes our hair:
Your wild spikes fold down
Like a hoopoe’s crest
When he’s on shift.
He looks at my crayola tangle with condescending pity
You catch my eye.
We smile behind his back.
Tom Juniper Poetry 