Try not to see them as
ideograms; they are just
straw hats hanging on the wall.
You see vacant space for a
head intended but it doesn’t
persuade personality is gone.
A silk scarf wound around the
hat demanding most hangs
gloomily, memories are no relief.
© 4 February 2010, I. D. Carswell
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