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The bald man

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She saw a man shovel snowflakes
and confetti into a skip.
Not a big job, not a headache
she thought. And yet his weathered scalp

gathered the glint of hard labour.
That sweat, a melt like frost on oak,
led to her tears: a daft half-hour
for both, the bald woman and bloke.

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Thanks Tony. I was thinking of two, but there is a unity of experience.



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Hi Badge,  This observation, haunted me.  I probably read this different than anyone else will and totally different than you intended but  "the bald woman and bloke"  got me.    Of course my recent experiences filtered in. I've seen many bald women lately while we waited for our next treatment. You don't realize how much effort goes into healing until you are there.  It is hard work and the weariness shows on the faces. And the tears easily flow and connections which might never have occurred are made in the simplest of moments. 

I have to mention how brilliant I think this image is    "the sweat, a melt like frost on oak"   

I loved this poem.  ~~Tink

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