At the Swap Meet

Light strokes
the hairs
on your head
at high noon.
You forgot
your hat
and now you
regret it.
Walking
around
the swap meet,
looking for
deals or things
you don't
really need.
You settle
on a hat
with a
black spider
logo. You
made a
good buy.
At five bucks,
it covers
your head and
keeps the
sunlight from
burning your
noggin.
You don't
really like
it so much.
At least you
bought something
useful
for once.