Little Willow (slayground) wrote,
Little Willow
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Poetry Friday: Under a Hat Rim

While the hum and the hurry
Of passing footfalls
Beat in my ear like the restless surf
Of a wind-blown sea,
A soul came to me
Out of the look on a face.

Eyes like a lake
Where a storm-wind roams
Caught me from under
The rim of a hat.
      I thought of a midsea wreck
      and bruised fingers clinging
      to a broken state-room door.

-- Under a Hat Rim by Carl Sandburg
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