Friday Floetry: Miss Immaculate

Miss Immaculate

She sits neatly, and silently in front of me

on the bus.

The tall seat obscures everything

but the top of  her head.

Hair brushed back with the sleekness,

not a fly-away to be found.

Every single strand working in unison to build her style

like ants building a structure.

Brushed bent twisted and tightened

into a sleek clip perfectly positioned.

Hair swirling together

like water circling a sink.

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