Mutiny

The summer heat weighs
     heavy on delicate curls
          every strand revolting
          every strand convulsing
     feelings won't hide--
they puff up and out
angry at this heat
     angry at this restriction
          so they shrink back,
          in defiance, in fear...
     at war with nature
but at peace with
their own beauty
     strong and stubborn
          together strands unite
          every strand for this:
a    common purpose--
   a chaotic end.