today
my beard is wild
like vines on a farmhouse side
or a red-headed step child
I'm desperately in need of a trim
but like rainwater
overflowing a bucket's rim
or like weekend visitors
to the battlefields of Antietam
I'm embracing
the extended reach
the ecstatic lessons that
growing nature can teach
because not everything fits
in civilization's tidy box
it spreads like love
or chicken pox
and though we benefit
from culture and vaccines
forests cut down
by efficient machines
there's a time to exercise entropy
to utter the magic words
"open sesame"
to question society's definition
of fallacy
or at least that's my excuse
for my sometimes
hairy tendency