Hat

by Richard Dinges, Jr.

My knit hat warmed
my head full of
holes until a bare
knotted branch curled
into a crooked finger
stole my hat from
my head when I
dared walk under
its skeletal spread.
Its bones etched
a blue sky, dangling
my black knit hat
full of holes at its
fingertips, daring
me to remember
where I left it.