Geoff Lowe on the Other Side of the
The Mating Habits of Baseball Caps
The curve of the peak
of a baseball cap
casts a shadow
over the eyes
and bends the brain
of the wearer.
He scours the horizon,
thinking himself eagle-eyed,
but more like a platypus
with its duck-bill
on its forehead.
A pony-tail swings into view,
struggling to free itself
from the backside
of another baseball cap.
Its curved peak
locks on to platypus.
As if by magnetism
or the mating season,
they prepare to meet.
I watch and await
the collision of the curved peaks.
They falter and hover
and vibrate.
They shriek and yelp
and clasp hands.
They undress each other
(except for caps)
and make love.
They do not kiss.
© Copyright Geoff Lowe 2006