Spring 1981 • Vol. III No. 2 Poetry |

The Haircut

When the boy's head is heavy with his own secret cap of hair, his mother calls him to her, asking him to tell her about his day. When last she called him from the depths of the wood and combed with slender fingers the golden current of his hair, the white of his hidden brow, like a headstone, had made her almost cry. After she cut his hair, his head was quick as a deer turning in a field to face new danger. By the light raining down in a field in August's waste, by the antique vase about to be knocked over by his child's elbow, by her own perfume lasting in the room after they leave, can she explain her pity for him, his forehead full of blond mysteries?

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Carol Frost has published eleven books of poems, most recently Honeycomb, which won the 2010 Florida Book Award. Trilogy is forthcoming in 2014 from Tupelo Press. She is the Theodore Bruce and Barbara Lawrence Alfond Professor of English at Rollins College.

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