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Four Poems Poetry |
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A Straw Hat
On a hook by the window, with another
that the youngest outgrew. Here it is
knocked off by the wave I didn’t see,
laughing, a mouth full of sea. But yours
where did it go, last-minute-anywhere-hot hat,
‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ all we could say
by the pool, or a dusty train into the mountains. Gone,
while this persists, a real dad’s hat,
under the tree he never had, the books
he never read, unravelling at the edge of shade, sweat
in the salt-stained band. I tip it back. Shoot me
if I wear it into town or a steady walk
to the pub. It bobs like a cork in the past
and present world, I take it off to you
love of my life, light of my life, willing
to walk with me even in a hat like this.
