The Vortice And The Hair

Strutting and dancing on jetstream jello

Veering, twisting and stabbing with tweets solid as air,

He is losing it. Just like he lost his hair.

In the wind, it went, as the Stormy weather

blasted

While the restrained, steady and methodical

stack factual bricks to shield a world —

— They plod on to win the race

He, the hair, unravels in the orbit of his own turbine.

We, the caring, will breathe fresh air again.

Written by

Ecopsychologist, Writer, Farmer, Defender of reality, and Cat Castle Custodian.

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