Alert Reader Rick is quite the weave hunter — and poet! "Not sure why, but lost weaves seem to inspire haiku in me," he tells us. He spotted this one at 13th Street and Shenandoah Avenue.
Weave waits on my stoop
Did I not answer the door?
Weave torn out in rage?
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.