There was a man who lived in his hat
across the rims he walked and sat
there were chirps across his forehead
and deep blue oysters in the meadow he left
there were clouds when he thought
and rain would pour when he was sad
no one ever knew of his real location
no one ever asked of his whereabouts
there was no one to even tip a gesture; hi
one day, a storm came and blew his hat away
revealing all the baldness that covered his head
from that day on, there was no sign
or sight of our bald hat man’s hat.
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