Beckie Loewenstein

white strand you do not belong here white hair peeks out of brown hair you will be plucked browns stretch, whites snap stress changed you another white grows in brown roots just underneath it all accept the few whites among the browns forgive me  

Darling, stay one more day, Make that airplane go away. Swim like a giraffe, Read like an inmate, Whisper like a rock star, And when you feel you lose your way, Share this cup of Creamy Earl Grey.