Waiting four months until

Masked Tangey visited

With hand scissor

To shore his locks            

On the rear window

Balcony

No fear of the Samson curse

Brown plastic step stool

Comforted his back

Succulents begging for

attention

Starved for H2O

White curls dripping        

Down his tanned neck

Onto less than 100%

Cotton sheet

White to grey

Sheared to a

Youth fountain