finishing the hat

yes

she looks for me - good. let her look for me to tell me why she left me

as i always knew she would. i had thought she understood. they have never understood

and no reason that they should. but if anybody could. finishing the hat

how you have to finish the hat. how you watch the rest of the world

from a window

while you finish the hat. mapping out a sky. what you feel like planning a sky. what you feel when voices that come

through the window

go

until they distance and die

until there's nothing but sky

and how you're always turning back too late

from the grass or the stick

or the dog or the light

how the kind of woman willing to wait's

not the kind that you want to find waiting

to return you to the night

dizzy from the height

coming from the hat

studying the hat

entering the world of the hat

reaching through the world of the hat

like a window. back to this one from that. studying a face

stepping back to look at a face

leaves a little space in the way like a window

but to see - it's the only way to see. and when the woman that you wanted goes

you can say to yourself

well