When the hat fits

Posted on Dec 11, 2013 | Comments Off on When the hat fits

Here is my closed mouth smiley hat —
comes in handy when shaking hands
with strangers.

This is my blues hat — it sings
lonely is another word, and pours
another glass of red.

There waits the old black one
patchwork of laughter, Lorca —
that long march to the park

I put this one on and magically —
gauze wings lift  a whistle of fantails
spiral  dance, and while Peggy sings

Is that all there is  Bogart and Bacall 
appear in the mirror, clapping 
I hold my head high  at an angle.