21. To a Hat

I
love
your hat
the way it fawns
beneath your hand when
the wind would have its way,
gusts out its furled black sails
upon the troughs and billows of your hair.

I love the way it broods and spreads its wings above
the creamy valleys of your face
I love the way it cossets you and says
“Look at me now; my bearing; how
I ride on this enchanting wave.”

Previous poem

Next poem

Manage Consent

To provide the best experiences, we use technologies like cookies to store and/or access device information.

Functional Functional Always active

The technical storage or access is strictly necessary for the legitimate purpose of enabling the use of a specific service explicitly requested by the subscriber or user, or for the sole purpose of carrying out the transmission of a communication over an electronic communications network.

Preferences Preferences

The technical storage or access is necessary for the legitimate purpose of storing preferences that are not requested by the subscriber or user.

Statistics Statistics

The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for statistical purposes. The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for anonymous statistical purposes. Without a subpoena, voluntary compliance on the part of your Internet Service Provider, or additional records from a third party, information stored or retrieved for this purpose alone cannot usually be used to identify you.

Marketing Marketing

The technical storage or access is required to create user profiles to send advertising, or to track the user on a website or across several websites for similar marketing purposes.

View preferences

{title} {title} {title}