Issue 154, Spring 2000
slink the kipa behind the Stetson, hat
the bully blond claims he wants to buy.
What scheme, what trap caught me cross
the wood bridge step? What reply
should I have made? What I said was good enough;
hat on head I safely turned, offer spurned.
Not money, rain-stop, warmth, though each
is part of why; the rest is weathering by
the traps my compound being springs.
Did God embody his reply in blond,
see sacrilege? I meant respect.