When I read old poems of mine, I pretty much recall having written them and what was going on at the time. If I recall correctly, this scene took place at a subway or bus station.
She wore one pink shoe,
She wore one white shoe --
She was blind.
I knew. I could tell --
She had a white cane.
She clicked around,
looking for an opening
to go through.
Click, click. Tap, tap.
Bang, bang --
oops!
A tall blonde approached,
leaned close,
whispered some words.
An arm was extended.
A hand held on.
And they set off.
Click, click. Tap, tap.
A pink shoe
And a white shoe --
Mismatched.
1 comment:
I love the mismatched shoes and the mismatched people. I was hoping someone would help her as she clicked around.
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