Little pink hat

standing in a crowded bus terminal,
a father holds his daughter in his arms.
the wind takes her pink hat,
one that i race to pick up.
sure, it landed within 2 feet of himself
before he noticed it had blown.
but i ran to its rescue.
i felt compelled.
his arms were full.
what i found exceptional was
the amount of people who
didn’t give a shit.
and why should they,
it wasn’t their hat.

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