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Connections: May 2.18

What’s in a hat?

Besides a head, I mean.

Is there stature, haute couture,

or is it mere windscreen?

An identity enhancer

or a scrim to hide behind?

Does it flop or hold up pertly?

Insouciant? Bold? Refined?

Is it cloche or lightly bouncing

on the wearer’s comely pate

or, cockeyed, sit athwart,

like sliding dinner plate?

Is it manly or so dainty,

beribboned or hound’s-tooth?

Does it, placid, enwreathe age

or bob atop some youth?

Ed Norton knew it well:

there’s ipseity in a hat

gracing the cranium royal

or proletariat.

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: April 16.18

How eloquent the pie,

sublime the chocolate thrilling,

effusive the buttery crumb

and dainty pastry frilling!

In sweet and wordless voice

they join in birthday fuss

a triple 75

l’chaim!

sticky fingers!

to us!

 

 

My dear old high school friends, Bill and Donna, came last week for our birthday celebration.

It was the Mt. Everest of sugar highs. Utter bliss, dear reader.

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Connections: March 6.18

I remember the days of jumping in pain

on devious carpet of shag

stuck in my toe

by bionic foe

or light saber attached to my leg.

The shag is long gone, my legs varicose,

but a part is still little-boy’d;

Star Wars endures

prequeling perdures

in eternal Wookie and droid.

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Connections: September 15.17

I am so old

that I can remember

a time we decorated

only in December.

What were we thinking?

Why didn’t we see

the whole twelve months

celebratorially?

 

 

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and to the D.J. Berg sense of celebration.

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Connections: September 9.17

Carousels, cupolas

hexagonal rooms

houses with frosting

universal heirlooms

fantasies, wishes

we want to hold on

to the horse and the magic

lest they one day be gone.

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,

Fernandina Beach (Florida) Gallery.

When I started to write this, I was not thinking of Irma, Harvey, Jose, Katia.

Now I am.

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