Challenge
"Where'd you get the hat?"
Not Myself
Imagine that I found my hat
tucked under the fringe of the sun,
widening bright smile all the while
where it tarried without guile
dancing in the breeze with ease,
peeking shadows darkening its weave,
stories to tell in lurching flashbacks
hidden under beating drum of my heart.
I tilted my hat right to hold sunglow -
now don’t you know – it blew away,
off my head and back to the sun.
And now all I have left of my hat
is purple bruised fingers and
tumbled memories dripping with
butterscotch drops of sunlight -
no sunny hat to hang on my shelf.
Without my chapeau, I’m not myself.
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