Morning Walk

The morning is hot
On the west end boardwalk
Wind is high, and I smile
Consensus is that one
Is where we might be
With nature, and nature is a joker
Wind and I have a competition
Where will my straw Stetson end
I smile to myself and anyone passing
I'm up for this play
Hand ready to clap down
Holding the straw crown
Wind wins this time
Golden rim cart wheelie down the wood walk
Me laughing in pursuit
What is the use
Of anything else?