Fool that I was with my scissors
I have nothing left to offer
The warm spring breeze
Marcy Steinberg’s classmate at a school reunion once exclaimed, “You’re the poet!” and recited “Haircut,” which she’d remembered since fourth grade—thirty-four years ago. Marcy told this story to Saint Paul Poet Laureate Carol Connolly, who encouraged her to submit the poem to the Sidewalk Poetry contest. Marcy plans to thank that woman from elementary school for her precious gift, and she thanks Carol Connolly for her encouragement.