Black Hat

On my head sits a black hat.
Its brim round, curling slightly upwards.

Hidden inside is chestnut hair,
shades of ash, copper and almond.

A black hat that hides much.

If I take if off, will my ideas and
beliefs tumble down along with my hair?

Are my thoughts and dreams
engraved on every strand?

I pull the brim low over my eyes,
for they reveal much too.

If my hair can't share its secrets,
neither can the blues of my eyes.

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an ode to one of my many hats