Portland, Oregon-the hat, Day two

after searching throughout the market
and retracing my steps via the spoon man and the glass artist
holding the river in my sites, as I spotted the palm reader
I found my hat woman...
who welcomed me back
My friend warmed to the colours of a new hat
all fallen leaves and trees and earth,
And the social workers from kentucky grooved with their hats,
one of them married to a man from St. Mary's!
Ontario!
Brought together by brims and artistry
I paid for my hat, I have never experienced dollar value such as this....
a tiny stall, a bevy of women, a pallet of colours,
and a dancing poet of a saleswoman...

love my hat!

Portland, Oregon-the hat

I went to buy a hat today (remember this is Portland-it's like another planet man)
the woman told me I had chosen one that was right for who I am, at my soul centre
but my soul centre was a bit undecided
She said maybe I just needed to look throughout the market today, rock on, take it all in,
come back again,
so that's what I'm doing,
Cause while the hat is working with my inner process (according to the lovely waif of a creative creature)
I'm pooped, and i wanna take my friends back with me
Maybe they can see my aura better and help me make a decision!