Tambourine Icons

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His hair;
the worried explanation against my smile,
that just washed without brushing look.

He could have shaved it all off;
Hare Krishna chanting as he tapped
away on his tambourine.

And if that was the case I'd have found
a robe, ruffled my hair to match his,
before never letting him want to leave me
alone;
If that meant chanting all the days long then so be it,
But it'll be his name I'd be chanting
not some fictitious icon.