By John Delonas
Hair Cascading panels Honduras mahogany Splinters blond and rosewood All hurried and caught up In the light flickering through The evening woods. Once past the soft thicket, Her hair fell like a Bedouin tent Or, (Like silken sails from a Vessel broached). The noise, traffic, and lights Nearby, Propel the frightened helmsman Through the rocks, twigs, and brakes; A passenger unsighed for, Debarking with a push That sends the pilotless vessel Aground in the sodden brush.