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How much for that hat?

Someday,
when the messenger will buy me,

I'll see the whole city,
not just a corner of the street.

I'll shield his forehead
from sun and rain,

and we'll zoom
through the avenues,

trailing behind us
long and curly speed lines
in style.

He'll blow his whistle
and cut through
intersections
like a hot knife
through butter.

Oh, and maybe some day
I'll even get to be free

when the wind will steal me
and pass me

to the tree
to cheer for the Yankees
from Central Park.