Sunday, May 24, 2015

I Left My Hat


Forgotten in the moment,
bent in a pentagram
for that first kiss.
Our collision was complete.
Geometric.  Reciprocal.
I wore it home on the tram.
It concealed enough of my eyes
to steal sideways glances,
while our hands became absolute.
Then I knew there were hats in heaven.  
Romantic notions.  Miracles. 
When it was time to go,
I left it behind on purpose,
next to the trilby at your door;
knowing I would be back
to the golden ratio,
lasting result of chance.


tk/May 2015


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