chapeau (a tribute to my hat)
By atia
New visions spawn from Restricted views under wool. My cure for unsightly hair Blocks out a world that glares, that scares me away from sight. I need strain to earn A little more of life. Seems like I have a choice. Feels almost like I care For how I am surrounded In the soft and harsh places. I need just ignore the faces. This passive little shelter Sports a fancy rim of dread Patches of protected vision Cushion my unbalanced head. And yet I will to reach From underneath a warm fuzz. Thoughts often wander and leave There's depth to that weave. Life is short bursts of meaning Between the eye and the storm. But to speak of why I wear a lid, It only keeps me warm.I love my hat :) However, I do think I need to work on the flow.. Will come back and work on it.. anything else i should work at? Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 09:31 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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