Parts and Wholes

 
I saw some long hair hanging down
(a loveliness!)
upon a shoulder brown
and then deduced from part to whole
(and oh so rightly I had thought, and as some
Dogenits, pointing to a dewdrop, teach
that I could soundly do)
within a seconds’ span
the one to whom the hair belonged
was a most radiant “she”.
But then “she” turned to me
and I knew then the fool I was
for thinking (oi! an over reach!) that it was true
that wholes were somethings that were always kenned,
and surely, too,
or even could be known, from their constituents:
the “certain” object of my vain insight
was, yes, a well-tressed
man.