COVID Spring: Good Hair Day

Of course it would be today

My hair would fall in perfect waves,

Pre-Raphaelite and sun-kissed

To be taken not to the symphony

Nor a friend’s wedding, a party,

But the weekly grocery raid,

Mask secured over my Waterhouse chin.

Guinevere among the lettuces,

Boadicea buying crackers,

Face obscured, eyes worried.

Appreciate my tresses, grocery shoppers.

They will get no other airing.

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