i could have waited
to see, was it shade or a
superior’s crown?
her chosen headdress
inscrutably blocked all light
the sun was speechless
can’t recall who first
saw this lady’s chapeau
but I’m sure they bowed
corruption’s disguise
ironically beguiles
blacks out what is right
such is the runway
we grant our dysfunctional
orange blow dried coiffure
immigrants here
in our country know to keep
it under their hats
in our old country
sombreros married 10 gallons
and first ladies smiled.