My Father's Hat Mark Irwin - 英语诗歌

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My Father's Hat Mark Irwin - 英语诗歌

by Mark Irwin


    Sunday mornings I would reach


    high into his dark closet while standing


    on a chair and tiptoeing reach


    higher, touching, sometimes fumbling


    the soft crowns and imagine


    I was in a forest, wind hymning


    through pines, where the musky scent


    of rain clinging to damp earth was


    his scent I loved, lingering on


    bands, leather, and on the inner silk


    crowns where I would smell his


    hair and almost think I was being


    held, or climbing a tree, touching


    the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent


    was that of a clove in the godsome


    air, as now, thinking of his fabulous


    sleep, I stand on this canyon floor


    and watch light slowly close


    on water I'm not sure is there.