he asked for a hat – November 6


he asked for a hat.

I was there to give out

someone else’s peanut

butter sandwiches and

bag lunches on the first

snow day.


and the cap I thought I’d lost

was there, could’ve given it.

but I said no, don’t have a hat.

and like Peter, the cock crowed

for the third time

on the nobility of my caring.


not Jesus yet. not even



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