super wonderful

her curls hung way long flowed and rolled all down her breast and
then kept going
out the door
talk about spaghetti noodles
a river
yellow fudge rolling slowly like an immense wave
it was the flavor of blacked fruit, curried char,
windswept molt
eyes like coals
somewhere between gray ash and red smolder
through those eyes the miracle of vision
what is vision?
you know
i know you know
you should see
long curls
they flow and roll all down her breast and then keep going
like Motown on tour through the ice storm
in a smoky hatchback
swerving on the lucky backbeat
saved by the lucky Motown Wow - the hair shampoo she'd use
take her a fortnight to complete the job
manual detangler - now that's a calling
i use peanut butter and whip cream
call me a fan
i see
the miracle of vision
the process happens without me trying
i see her hair
then we're flying
magic carpet ride on that hair
where is the ground and where is the air?
Motown Angels collect us in their overstuffed chair
sashay us to meet the Lord over chicken satay
god bless the nation, the notion, the ocean
god bless the blessing, the dressing, the undressing
god bless god while god is busy blessing
god bless god blessing the Motown Angels
while they are lovingly fussing on the waves of her hair