the red hat

a hat,
a sunday, go to church
hat,
floating on the water.
a red
wide brim,
with a feather,
it moves slowly
on the slow stream
towards
some end.
someone has lost
their hat,
perhaps
they reached up
to feel it, but it
was gone,
swept away,
caught in some brisk
cold wind.
so much of life is
like that.