Clive Culverhouse Poet Free verse

I Grew a Hat

I grew a hat
it's a part of me
a little piece of inside
when I'm out, 
in a head tilt, 
a shutter peak, 
hiding like mountains
under snow, 
tree canopies
in desperate corners
of a ceramic world
I wonder if clouds sigh
when another
enters the blue; 
it's why I prefer nights
the daddy of all hats

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