Heavy

A mis-fit of
sorts
I see the patches
and the dirt
A floppy hat
is dead weight
on her head
Pushing on through the night
preferring to ignore
the lights and sounds
of the city
Distracted momentarily
by a stray
she reaches out to touch it
I see the patches
and the dirt
and the love that
is dead weight
on her heart.

~Shana C. Sloan