There it sat, my poor hat, in the middle of the busy cross intersection, getting run over by cars...& there was nothing I could do to save him.
Not a thing. I simply couldn't get to her.
It reminded me of Brautigan's 'Sombrero Fallout'.
My hat, sitting there in the middle of the intersection in the centre of town- trouble waiting to happen.
That seemingly innocent accoutrement had the potential to wreak havoc.
If I did not act & quick- the town might be thrown into chaos.
I decided to at least TRY to get close to him, so I crossed once, then a second time, and as I proceeded toward a place where I thought I could get to the hat...
the wind blew him to my feet.
Just like magic.
I fiddled with the wire brim, dusted her off, & despite the trauma, he was good as new.
Pretty tough, me and my hat.
All three of us.
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