Two bobblehats

When they kiss their bobbles tilt towards each other.

'I guess we're going to be spending some time together.'

Over the next few months they go everywhere.

They climb hills, walk across fields. It feels good. They like it.

They spend a lot of time shoved in pockets, in rucksacks

and in drawers. They prefer it when they're on heads.

I hope this is it this time, the bright red department store bobble hat says.

I'm tired of meeting new bobblehats. They get lost or thrown away.'

'I hope this is it too' says the bobble of the mustard yellow

handknitted hat. I hope from now on it can be me and you.

Another kiss.