Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Loose Lock

Yesterday I dropped by.
Knocked on your door.
No one answered.

It doesn’t matter.
All that I wanted
to tell you was

the lock of hair
that tumbled awry
and fell across

your left brow
reminded me of
my favorite aunt.

At once my heart
was haunted; slid
back through years,

all because of you,
your hair just so,
that loose lock.

Glen Sorestad is a Life Member of the League of Canadian Poets.

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