Tingling down my spine

From fingers on my skull.

Eyes shut, cape draped,

Head back, mind empty.

*

Ringing up ahead

Brings echoes to my ears.

Head back in time,

Door shuts, dog rises and shakes.

*

Rippling in the breeze,

Cape pressed against my leg.

Mind open, dog rests

His head upon my lap

Like Mickey did, as gone

As most of my hair,

Tingling down my spine.

*

[I haven’t had fresh ideas for poems in quite a while, but the seed for this one was planted during a visit to a barber shop a couple of weeks ago.]