Hair day

My pale counterpart reflected hair growing out of place and a trim was needed. Phone my friend for a spot on the chair where the job gets done. Saw him there and waited. “How you been”, a holler was let out. He looks and stares and says where you been, come around more, today it’s Saturday and you know a moon will glow up on the black space, and maybe, I’ll be howling tonight with dark shades. The people around are having a bless day, they look nice and live life not like a maze. A special taste of a prolong thought ease the day while looking at everyone’s face. And the other minds wonder, and could they be imagining if it could be one of those day, were people looked at you and cant place, all thoughts of why is he this way or how did he get to be this way. People are habitual creatures I heard. We want to live to get the best of life, they say. Agreeing won’t be the problem, the young kid with the pleasant face said. A female there looks around with lust to fulfill and satisfy her creative mind, looks and glances in the mirror at God’s fulfill plan. “I will finish my drink and be on way”, she says and eventually did but not without shaking the hand and saying good by to the handsome face the gentlemen in front of her. Then she got up and says have a nice day to the Hispanic black barber, who is a dear friend and who she was visiting