If facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist', you have no clue what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector'...then you have an explicit road map. Edgar Whitney

Thursday, March 1, 2012

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.

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