Haiku Stack On Me
When I was 7,
I was Davy Crockett’s ghost,
coonskin cap and all.
I would watch the fringe
fly behind me as I ran
in my cowboy clothes.
Today, all grown up,
I catch myself mirrored
in city windows,
my hair following
a long tradition of me
reflecting on me.
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