I FOUND THIS HAT ON ELIZABETH ST.
IT'S BLACK WOOL AND FOLDS INTO
A SMALL DRAW-STRING CASE,
SOLVING ALL TRAVEL DIFFICULTIES.
IT'S CALLED "POET" AND IT REMINDS ME OF:
STEPPING OFF A STEAM TRAIN
WITH AN OLD TRUNK IN AN UNKNOWN COUNTRY
IN-TRANSIT TO WHERE?
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET SOMEONE
AT THE PLATFORM BUT YOU WERE NEVER
GIVEN A NAME
AND SO YOU SIT ON THE PLATFORM BENCH
WATCHING THE TRAINS GO BY
[YOU OPEN A COMPACT AND TOUCH UP YOUR LIPSTICK]
THINKING TO YOURSELF:
THE PAST IS GONE
AND YOU SMILE JUST A LITTLE BIT.
