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Surely,
this was not
what she looked like
when she went out
the night before?
Definitely not
what was reflected back
in the mirror
when she left
her hair dresser's chair?
She walked
to the ball
because no way
it would fit
in her car.
The mirrored
elevator doors
told her she was stunning
not a hair
out of place.
But the dark windows
of the diner
in the predawn
told a different story.
It was a bad hair day.
And all the stares
she garnered
walking home
were not of admiration.
J. Binford-Bell
April 2016
no kidding a bad hair day! I had fun with this too.... Cheers!
ReplyDeleteBad Hair Day...love it and I' m in total agreement.
ReplyDeleteA bad hair day for sure...love the tale you painted for us with the photo Jacqui! :-)
ReplyDeleteBad hair day, all right :) Nicely done
ReplyDeletehow things change with time. alas, cest la vie
ReplyDeleteOh, so very bad (the hair day, not the words)!!! *smile*
ReplyDeleteLove this! Nothing looks quite the same in the morning, perhaps.
ReplyDeleteI admire these elevator doors...
ReplyDeleteShe looks like all the others on the fashion fare way to me!
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this.
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