Red Shoes

Red shoes,

Red velvet shoes with chunky two-inch heels

Posed at the foot of a sky-train pillar;

One on its side, the other standing upright

Arching over the first.

Dew from wild grass soaked into the fabric

As the early morning sunrise warmed the frost.

Traffic whizzed by.

 

No one noticed the abandoned shoes.

No one knew the owner.

No one knew from whence came the shoes

Or why.

Red velvet shoes had a home somewhere,

But not there,

Not in the grass

At the side of the road

Near a sky-train pillar.