Caught Out
She pats my head, tells me I need a haircut;
I joke about just letting my hair grow,
becoming a hippie, again. My girlfriend,
who only got born in the 1960’s,
states emphatically, You are a hippie!
Uncanny how someone can see you
as you are, not how you wish to be seen
or even how you see yourself.
And this was accomplished
without hallucinogenics.
- © Allan Lake 2021
Allan Lake is currently a Melbourne poet whose latest collection, My Photos of Sicily, was published by Ginninderra Press in 2020. He will be reading at Passionate Tongues on July 20th.
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