On my San Francisco barber in his several locations

Intimate, discreet, he did not stare. My time was at his feet.

The man took care

to talk, but not about

the gray, the years, the vanity, the doubt.

Under his shears

on Union Street, Nob Hill,

finally the place on Chestnut, my head held still,

I've known such grace.

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