Behatted
He wore a hat
Slanted just so
Forged against
Relentless stress
He wore his hat
She wore a hat
As a filigreed egg
shell perched in
delicate slouch
She wore her hat
Each Innate walked
the boggy coast of emotions'
raging rampant spectrum
With bland
Faces into the winds
Hats whipped from
Heads
They met
Chasing their
tumbling hats
over marshed
fragrant fields
to the horizon
there just ahead
on the ribboned
running path to
Rejuvenate
