C a l e n d a r T a k e s a H a i r c u t
Sheared off at the roots
by the Splitsville Judge, Ol’ Calendar
lost the land, the boat, the marital abode.
A finger-wag corrected him
on whose children his children were,
whose pension he’d saved.
They let him keep his thoughts
to himself, left him lighter,
leaning to and open
to the elements. The attorney
sent bills. Calendar lined his Goodwill
coat with them,
December coming on.