2 Blonde Braids - Mount Eerie

From your head grew two braids

Gold and long

Golden long hair, golden long hair

One braid on one side of your face hung

Cabled and calm

It seemed to say, as it swayed

That it hung there hoping to charm me

(Or somebody)

«Can you imagine me in your bed at dawn?»

Said your long hair, said your long hair

«or kids with my face, can you see them?

Tiny and blonde!»

The other braid on the other side of your face was lost

In the folds of your clothing, having stayed there this morning

When you got up and put your clothes on

It seemed to say as it lay down your shoulder blade

«Leave me alone!

Can’t you let me be tucked in then go?

Why do you gawk there with the prying long stare?

I know you think I could make you happy

If you could just stroke golden long hair

But you’re wrong there!»

So your two blonde braids sang me this song and, in between them, your

Face sang along, saying:

«Calm yourself down, Phil, be calm

You’ll find that the beautiful long braids that you fawn over aching to

Own

Do in fact sway for you, though not you alone

There is also that gold in your palm, on your shoulder, and everywhere

Where it belongs

So don’t try to say 'Spring is my own private dawn!'

Because us braids and cute faces make moms

And more laughing and licking and kids and their mouths

All living their lives in the throng.»