Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Spouse's unruly beard looked like a bird's nest, and then it became one.
Spouse, who was unable to shave for the better part of three months, unable to trim his enormous head of hair, relinquished his disheveled appearance on Sunday.
Our friend took the shorn curls and gave them to the birds. She scattered to the wind the reminders of terrible days and urged the birds to take the remnants and weave homes and draw comfort from the strands.
Now somewhere up a tree there is either a beard shaped like a nest or a nest shaped like a beard.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 1:37 PM