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Hat Parade

playfully the wind

pulls the bowler from my head

pirouetting I snatch it back

 

edges softened

by ten gallons of rain

broad enough for a dry neck

 

this hotel lobby

has many ways to spend money

I gamble on a hat

 

autumn is perfect

for sacrificial wicker

Brooks Brothers throwback

 

in Montreal for work

I find a shrine for hats

Borsalino paradise

 

on a forest walk

spiders fall from overhead

evading swallows

 

I don’t wear ballcaps

give me a fedora instead

it rains, I smile

 

at the front door

I ponder which hat to wear

children laugh outside

 

unleashed, her hair

flies triumphantly up

a golden crown

 

woven cedar strips

bridging cultures and form

one more seagull target

 

silhouetted

crisp brim unmistakable

it’s the police

 

I find a feather

its beauty calls me skyward

to mourn lost flocks

 

 

David Trudel   © 2014

 

 

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