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.