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.