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
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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