Oct 27, 2017
Crisp Canvas Shoes
It was raining that night; not in the usual way.
The sky was clear, and the stars were bright.
She covered her face, trying to forget.
Two tainted shoes stumbled home, stained in cheap beer and regret.
Those once crisp white shoes were no longer white,
In fact they developed all kinds of colors:
Gray, from the cigarettes they smoked,
Green, from the grassy hike home
Brown, from the muddy terrain,
Pink, from the rosé,
and black, from the abyss of the night sky.
The stars were probably bright,
but she only stared at the size 7 canvases caressing her feet,
and behind her,
only once,
just to see nothing.
