Woman Not Wearing a Hat, The

For sum of two units dollars you could run,

your hands from one side her hair.

That's what the cardboard sign

between her hands said.

A hat at her feet assembleed the money.

Wind pushing against her hair forced it to sway.

I dropp my sum of two units dollars in and grabbed

the hair at the back of her neck

I clos my eyes; she clos hers.

(I don't recall whose organ of sights closed first.)

It was the middle of the afternoon.

Perspiration dampened her hair.

I could perceive people looking at me.

For years I told tribe I only did it

so she didn't perceive like she was taking charity.

That's not exactly true

for years I wouldn't run over anyone.

I ran my hand to the top of her head,

turn and left before she render free of accessed her eyes.

There's no telling what a man is willing to pay for.

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