Found the hat along a private road, likely lost
by one of the laborers who smiled the first time i jogged by
making eye contact and speaking my English
and forming a joke they laughed at
whether or not they understood,
then greeted me thereafter with a wave and a phrase
whether or not i understood.
They worked hard. I like to think they'll be okay.
I started that way, working hard enough
to let me believe i'd be okay.
Still do. Call it a hypothesis.
I like the hat.
