Costume (poem)

Here’s a little  poem:

hunting hat

I feel like a superhero in my
Eddie Bauer down coat with its ridged shoulders,
chest piece like a breastplate, protective gear
in my strategic outside pockets:
several Kleenex and a phone stylus.

Wearing my “duck hunting hat,”
flaps over my ears, houndstooth,
warm and waterproof, looking simultaneously
like Elmer Fudd and someone formidable.

4 responses to “Costume (poem)

  1. Elmer Fudd was formidable in his own way.

  2. 🙂

  3. Love this poem! Beautiful language – and a great last line. Thanks for sharing!

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