My Lover as Hat

I love you, my hat. 

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.