Hidden,
Your eyes protected,
Its razor sharp brim
foreclosing our reach.
Only an air kiss
for your First Lady.
The wind tries to take it.
Another moment in which
regret might rise up too,
Or maybe bubbles of laughter,
Throwing caution to that wind,
That hat, becoming
a frisbee
And you shaking your long hair free.
God bless those who've been granted power.
May they use it for the greatest good.
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