"Your Red Shoes"

Marabola: Poetry
Comments:
May 2007
About Ira after she moved to her new host family.


Your red shoes –
so essential:
resting tied
on the floor.

They never did
when you were here,
but now they do.
I’ll remember.

A moment
passes now,
and they’ll go
home with you.

So before you leave
I must remember
to write a poem
about your red shoes.

Your red shoes –
so essential:
resting tied
on the floor.



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