Adrian Henri - The Blazing Hat, Part Two

This is the morning that we burnt a cardboard hat <br />flames licking the inside of the brim <br />This is the morning that the thunder hung like great <br />black flags over the city <br />stirred by gusts of wind <br />This is the morning that they opened a new motorway <br />leading from my house to yours <br />This is the morning that I decided I wasn't getting enough <br />roughage <br />and went on a diet of broken milk bottles <br />This is the morning that Death left her cloak behind <br />after the party <br />This is the morning that a beautiful schoolgirl woke me <br />with a cup of coffee <br />in a vision <br />This is the morning that we saw <br />words written on water <br />This is the morning that beautiful girls with Renaissance <br />faces played Hindemith records <br />at dawn <br />This is the morning after the night <br />before <br />This is the morning after the night <br />had strewn Canning Street with purple toilet rolls <br />This is the morning that we saw a q.­year­old boy <br />whipping an imaginary blonde lovely <br />This is the morning that Death was a letter <br />that was never scented <br />This is the morning that the poet reached out for the <br />rolled­up Financial Times <br />followed by a dreadful explosion <br />This is the morning that you woke up 50 miles away <br />seeing sunlight on the water <br /> <br />and didn't think of me <br />This is the morning that I bought 16 different kinds of <br />artificial lilies­of­the­valley <br />all of them smelling of you <br />This is the morning that we sat and talked <br />by the embers of the blazing hat.<br /><br />Adrian Henri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blazing-hat-part-two/