the shoe, the end of summer

Posted on September 17, 2012 by

on the wet grass
beside the park
a lone summer shoe
glitters
        despite the clouds

I am late already
but the shoe calls,
begging to be slipped
onto the delicate feet
of a princess
        not yet discovered

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I like poetry, long walks on the beach, and net neutrality. Tending the Garden of Words since 1998.
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