Hair

Hair 

My hair fell out after I was caught

With Rona— fellows, quarrelsome,  

As my power curled out roots.

Roots out, power went, curls dropped. 

Like Samson, strength blossoming 

Along with my tresses, my virtue 

Rose with these white clouds draped 

Around my shoulders— Medium like. 

Miming as a dowager full of wisdom, 

Delilah, with her womanly diligence, 

Struck Samson, no sage, by shearing 

Locks— rape of the locks if you care. 

Only now have I learned to rest easy 

With my absent hair— filaments.