Where are you?
Listening with
Rapt attention
Waiting to hear
The next
Throaty choked back
Hacked up
Syllable, a
Phrase now blathering
from searching
toes that have
Felt the insides of too
Many
Hand-me-Down
Buster Browns.
Where are the
Brave clogs that fit
Your sweet feet?
Your feet that have
Wandered for years
In other people’s
Too roomy, too tight,
Too shiny
Ridiculously photo shopped
Shoes?
Desperately
Yearning for
Meaningful
Understanding
Connection
Attachment to
What seems forever
Lost and not
Ever going to be
Found in
That empty closet
Stuffed with
Distracting detritus.
Where are you?
Laura, I agree with Larry! This is exquisite like all of your writing.💖
Laura, This is absolutely beautiful !