your hat
oh that hat of yours
i can see that hat
and your hand
taking it off
and all your fine brown hair falling through our story
pinned
and clasped
combed
and braided
your fine brown hair
wetted
and lathered
shampooed
and rinsed
falls through our story
in showers
and baths
in oceans
and seas
your fine brown hair
in the summer winds
of a back porch
then fall
and winter
falls through our story
hiking a west slope
with the sun through it
your fine brown hair
at night
as it falls on my chest
falls through our story
