Shoes

Shoes
follow the path
that leads to a future,
a past, a love, respect, pain
and triumph on the top
of a snowy mountain
stiff, high, hard
strapped with slats, skis, wood
shwooshing through the snow
cold
as we look for
a friend
lost in an avalanche
fallen...

Shoes
came off as they
entered the house
bowing, smiling

I was lost
looking through the hole

in my sock
my poverty showing
my truth told
through bare feet toenails
unpainted
wanting summer colors

Sandals, pumps
clacking quietly on marble
stretching the curve
of an ankle
reflecting the gleam
of a thigh high stocking

as he walks away

muddy boots march heavy
from a fresh grave
in the rain
I leave my past
behind, buried and I

Skate to a future
bright
racing ahead
sparks flying
wheels on fire

I win back
my life

©2013 A.L. Freeman