Have all the barbers lived in vain
That not one curl in nature has survived?
Why, without pity on these studious ghosts,
Do you come dripping in your hair from sleep?
-from "Le Monocle De Mon Oncle," Wallace Stevens
Spring is starting to creep in. I feel like leapfrogging and humming loudly and carving my initials in everyone's trees, all at the same time.