Baldy

Dotty's wig blew off.

He began chasing it down the street.

On this journey the sun on his dome.

It felt glorious.

Dotty's pace dropped.

He plopped himself on the nearby grass.

Watched as his wig vanished into the distance.

Leaned back,

Unbuttoned his shirt,

And took selfies with his glistening scalp.

He massaged it,

Told it how much he loved it.

And wondered how much more money he'd have to invest in sunscreen.