My Dickies cap

Keeps my head warm
It stretches out when my hair is long
Shrinks up nicely
When my head is shorn
It’s been through hell
Customs
Wind rain snow and sadness
It isn’t really special
But
It’s my comfort
It’s my cloak
My blankie
It’s my everything
I panic just a little when
When I think it’s lost forever
In summer
Come
Winter
I sleep in it
It’s black
It’s some kind of poly cotton blend
I cherish it
And
I don’t know why