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Barbershop
under the barber’s hands
I would go to confession
under those dancing combs
I set down my day
Poems on the topic: barber
Poems on the topic “barber” on Poets.by.
Barber shop
telling me about
the bear that came to town
my old barber
Deep time
Morning of green water
and agate knife—
the first barber—
stayed so long that we let
tomorrow go.
Imposter
The barber put my clothes on
and they look upon him as a cook.
All ate a great deal of nothing.
Hearsay
“six men I hear
drowned repairing the queen’s pleasure boat”
evening barber
Proverbial (9)
I tell my mind
to the barber,
put things in order
to go away.
Face to Face
At the bar, nursing a Romanov - or two
Sometimes three or four
I am forced to look into myself -
Not a pretty sight.
At the barber, as he twists my neck
Left and right, up and down
And then firmly upright
I am forced to look at myself -
Not a pretty sight either!
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