Seven Fedoras Perched Along the Top of A Couch –by jim nolan 1.27.18

 

Seven Fedoras perched along the top of a couch.

Fourteen baseball hats, here and there,

Four guitars, odd strings, picks, and slides–

A drum, a blue bodhran, with tippers–

one camera, three lenses—

A pickle jar of nickels,

A bag I bought in Kathmandu,

Dozens of half-filled journals…

Barney’s ashes,

Several Ganeshas,

Twenty-three German pens, at least,

A Buddha, a longhorn skull, a mask,

A peacock feather;

One—no, actually two baseball bats;

The Bhagavad Gita, some tax returns,

an eighth of an inch of coffee, grown cold as I write,

the fireplace and a cactus plant;

The shadows of prayer flags jive-dancin’ on the wall—

Sixty-four years come, sixty-four years gone;

Morning in the mountains,

Mourning in the mountains…

Maybe a fresh cup of coffee would be a good idea–

and  I think I’ll put on the blue hat

Santa Fe, New Mexico

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