by Alison

braiding her hair

I remember the feeling of

someone braiding mine

by Alison

my hairdresser soothes

my troubled heart and grey roots –

In two hours I’m changed.

by Kelly

How many hours have

I spent inspecting my roots?

the sky, too, turns gray

by Kelly

a propensity

for NPR, raspberries

and gray hair. Thanks, Dad.

by Kelly

I reverted to

my natural color — brown.

Now grays are showing.

by Kelly

biking through the woods

my hair flies free — tomorrow

I turn 38

by Kelly

humid like Bangkok —

my arm hairs prickle, stand up  

straws to the moisture

by Alison

Should I or shouldn’t

I let my gray hair grow in?

Spring passes quickly.

by Kelly

Afterward, he drifts

to sleep. I stroke his hair and

think of poetry.

by Alison

the back of her head

still feathery duck soft like

a newborn baby