The Barber
The stories sound so real
around the barbershop.
The old man’s seen
most all the world
with scissors in his hand.
He knows the name
of every player
and has their picture on the wall.
They tip a quarter every time
to hear him quote their averages.
For twenty-five years
they’ve come and gone.
The Barber’s forearms rippling cords
mesmerize his customers.
Ironically he’s bald.
Ken Krogue
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