Pillbox Hat

Jackie wore a pillbox hat And all who watched remember that. That image, with her rose-pink suit Is something no one can dispute. The bloodied suit, of wool boucle, Is, in the archives, locked away, But no one knows the whereabouts Of Jackie’s hat, though some have doubts. Her secretary and her maid Were stubborn and could not be swayed To say where maybe it was tossed And so it was considered lost. Most likely, it’s tucked out of sight And in our lives won’t come to light, Though some collector looks and sighs, Enjoying that pink pillbox prize.