I love the
brim of you
pulled over
my eyes.
I love you thrown
in the air.
I catch you.
I love you
crushed
under my
foot.
I love you,
my hat,
feathered, ribboned
or flowered.
I love you
abandoned
on a chair.
Worn in the
rain
at a
funeral, in church
where the
parson
compliments
you.
I love you,
my hat.
I have worn
you so long
you are
sweat stained.
