Salon

Strong hands
    massage my scalp,
A minty scent surrounds
    my face.
Back and forth through
    wet hair
Fingers pass and circle
    and soothe
Until my mouth hangs open
    and my eyes close,
And then the gentle hiss
    of water,
And the warmth floods through
    my brain
Until the soap dissolves
    down the sink
And my hair drips
    with happiness
On a Saturday morning
    at the hair salon.

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