Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Hardly used, but as decor
nón lá hung by outside door,
yellow straw, still quite firm
cone-point sharp, seldom worn

Symbol now of woman gone
disappeared like note of song
in southern wind, heavy and wet
she stole a heart when they met.

And now, like hat, only is seen
no future there, where once had been
Why not take it down from wall?
Instead, just let it rot and fall.

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