saw her again
the woman with the pot on her head
no doubt it was a pot: had two handles
and clearly made of metal
saw her again
on her bicycle, grey hair splashed over shoulders
the woman with the pot on her head
there must be some worth,
some latent hitherto undiscovered efficacy
like:
a metal detector, not for detecting metal
but easy to hear the first drops of rain
before anyone else
and no worry about getting out of shape
or finding a place to put it at home
on the stove will do
or just leave it on the floor somewhere
and perhaps she calls it a hat, not a pot
maybe she says pot when others say hat
like:
at the drop of a pot
hang on to your pot
I’ll eat my pot
keep it under your pot
throw your pot into the ring
talking through your pot
how she is treated, what is her life
I don’t know.
I wish her well, and
I take my pot off to her
