The Quiet Barber - the Poem

Sit with me in the chair while I cut your hair;

I will listen to you but not say a word.

Let me coax your follicles into ordered shapes;

Eyebrows knitted, elbows raised for optimum dexterity;

No noise, just the buzz of clippers and the movement of my art.

Chatter is at a minimum, focus is all,

Ending as ends reach their clipped, snipped end.