#291 - singularity of a hat

 

                                       

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singularity of a hat

 

to shape the head

or say it maketh

sun all these miles

and moonlit too

still a direct hit

 

shady, in the most personal sense

it is the overhead say sheepfold felt

 

all the great thoughts gather here

and sort out some excuses

 

turn up the volume

lower ears

or cock to wry

trick breezes

 

fingerhole in brim to handle

 

on just a little jaunt

feather for swagger

falls off  

 

I dips me lid

some say crown

or unhorse kingdoms

but call to the old akubra

it comes

 

under this baldness

a shielding

lines are legend each

 

dry dignity was under once

but all that washed

 

it may catch alight with the setting

a certain angle say

 

this one’s to buggery and back

did trenches

slouch Kokoda too

 

and you could keep the pudding there

all sing ‘God Save the King’

 

makes a lovely raft for floodsprite

pegmen say

 

a dance of trousers till

and never knew the wardrobes

or the hatters, bar but once

 

world in that one, all will say

a working hat

sacred to the breeze’s secret

has known the better days

 

the garden of proposals

 

blows off

and blows away