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by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Hats, where do you belong?
   what is under you?

 On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead
 I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
 Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
 Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
   Hats: tell me your high hopes.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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