The girl in the pink hat

Sometimes, when you pass someone in the street you can't help but wonder. I wonder about this girl...so here she is:

The girl in the pink hat did not see me.

Her long flowing hair, which was only slightly constricted

by the offending item, hung over her face,

restricting our views of each other. Yet, I saw her.

I saw her in the slouched jeans,which only enhanced

her round buttocks, in the army fatigue jacket,

that failed to hide her womanly curves,

in her hands, which lay delicately by her sides.

And then...

The wind, as I had wished, had its way with her,

and laid her bare for all to see. She looked up and saw me-

I caught a smile, and content, made my way home.