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The One in the Hat
No not that one— What happened
the one in the hat what happened
whose cunning knife after I left
finds pit and bone on the early train
her Osage eyes my eyes afire
trained on him in thirteenth year
suicide’s child stepfather’s moll
copper coin a treasure for him
rolling to him ah that walk
rolling slow down spiny aisle
giving it time letting it show
so college boys in dim cafe
cold hands hidden
in armpits sweating
drawn to copper girl bright girl
fire alight ah the burn
all eyes on her the Osage girl
desire her rise in a red hat
her hopeful fall down chokeberry lane
her child’s mouth crammed with fruit
thirteen pennies a basket, a tasket
in her bank so few coins
her copper glance a lost world
coin of the realm in upturned hand.
No not that one— What happened
the one in the hat what happened
whose cunning knife after I left
finds pit and bone on the early train
her Osage eyes my eyes afire
trained on him in thirteenth year
suicide’s child stepfather’s moll
copper coin a treasure for him
rolling to him ah that walk
rolling slow down spiny aisle
giving it time letting it show
so college boys in dim cafe
cold hands hidden
in armpits sweating
drawn to copper girl bright girl
fire alight ah the burn
all eyes on her the Osage girl
desire her rise in a red hat
her hopeful fall down chokeberry lane
her child’s mouth crammed with fruit
thirteen pennies a basket, a tasket
in her bank so few coins
her copper glance a lost world
coin of the realm in upturned hand.