wild hair…

The grass, like my hair, is wild…

the wind weaves each blade into the fence,

where it tangles itself together in the salty air.

 

Photo of snow fence and beach grass at Race Point in Provincetown. Words and image by me. Which you’d know if you ever saw my hair.

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