Into the beauty parlor, she stepped
A client in the winter of life
Her snowy authenticity
in various stages of embarrassment
covered with a stole
Ushered in she was with welcoming parlance
and into a room shown
where once the door was shut
skilled hands worked on her tresses
transforming them from wintry strings
to summery curls
Two hours later, she walks out
smiling
Youthfulness camouflaging her grey
for another month
until the cycle would bring her again
embarrassment-writ
to the room behind closed doors
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