Orange glow sinks into black.
But the barber isn’t done.Just two more rounds now.
He lowers the clippers between even rows then presses forward.
In a blur, he cuts away blonde, coarse wisps from their roots.
Six rows at a time, an earthen scalp is stripped in the moonlight.
Yet, the promise of new life lingers here.
“Behold,” He says, “I make all things new.”