the windowsill of impermanence

a child’s first shoe.

tiny, personal antique,

that child was you

once.

five chubby toes,

one unblemished heel

lived

here!

and you teach us all

a lesson in living, little shoe…

it’s something to do with a ludicrous dance,

which i think is called self-preservation.

as a postscript

i spy – your casio watch!

broken, beaten, but not defeated,

it still tells the time

as if it mattered.

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