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Old Hat by Ken Shiovitz It was just an old hat, Worn by summer
hair, Worn by winter
wind, Just an old worn hat, Nothing noble, Nothing natty, Except maybe…… ….For a sewn cloth label. “New York Hat and Cap,” Very classy
label, Very classy
Manhattan apartment, Two classmates in adjoining bedroom, Beckoning gape
of door ajar, Beckoning white
brassiered bounty, Would it were worth the price of indulgence! …..For a trace of stain, where band meets brim. Non-greasy formula SPF 45 with Aloe Vera, Prevents
proliferation of undisciplined dermis. Proboscis paled
from local anesthetic, Dare to flick just one eye open? Yawning purple
of uncooked meat, Yellow-red of
fringe and fold, Would spider-web thin threads hold firm? …..For a few furtive follicles sustaining pigment. Behold the color of color, the presence of presence, Ghost enhancing
visage of gray, Gas-filled
vacuoles promoting invisibility! Grampa’s beard was flaming forceful, Strands of red
appeared in mine, Strands of brown
and black and blond, Would that the only loss were body heat. …..For one small stitch above the brim, One stitch to hold material fold in place. One stitch in
time, One snap release
from regimen and rule. Unsnapped the old blue cap defined chauffeur. Cap of dunce,
and grad, and fool, Coolie hat,
Arabian kaffiyeh, Would that I still could wear them all! |
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