RED SHOES Red shoes,Red velvet shoes with chunky two-inch heelsPosed at the foot of a sky-train pillar;One on its side, the other standing uprightArching over the first. Dew from wild grass soaked into the fabricAs 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 shoesOr why. Red velvet shoes had a home somewhere,But not there,Not in the grassAt the side of the roadNear a sky-train pillar.