There’s a hat on the
lamp in the
corner

The lamp is on so
it’s not so dark inside,
but it only really lights
it’s own little corner,
while an old picture in
a new picture frame is
the only thing you
can really see, anyway.

And the hat, sitting
oh-so-nonchalant atop
it’s warm yet gritty
perch, tattered rim and all,
seems to watch the whole room
and compare it to the years
that it’s already seen through
the eyes of a barely-associated
third party.

An old picture in
a new picture frame is
all you can really see, anyway.