February 28, 2005

Late Night thoughts about shaving a beard (2nd draft)

By Tony Brown

The razor sits on the sink. A few strokes
might open up something hidden
since I was a teenager; then again,
nothing might be there anymore.

There’s a redwood
in California that manages to stay alive
with no foliage, even though it’s hollow
from its top down for over a hundred feet.

I don’t know how much of me
has vanished inside,
but the evidence seems to suggest
that being hollow might be the least of my worries:

see, that naked tree
is three thousand years old,
and it’s alive,
but it’s done growing.

I turn on the water anyway,
splash my face and lather up.
It might be hopeless, but if not,
nothing ever thrives without a little light.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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