Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Chris

I should have thrown it away,
that orange floppy hat.
In my car, on floor, in rear,
great for rain or shine cover.

It is raining today.
Hat on my head, dry and warm,
melancholy memories.
What trick is this you play with me?

The hat I wore that day,
in the park with you.
As I wrote in the poem,
you made fuss about.

It made me look old.
It covered my eyes.
You took it off my head,
put it in your back pocket.

We had our love.
I lost your love.
Hurtful memory hat,
should throw it away.

Puma/MMIX

Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

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