Your Shoes by the Door
so the streets were
still
in their holiday best
wreaths and bows
I wore a burgundy dress
that matched my mouth
that matched the wine
that matched my mood
Maybe you summoned me
or perhaps it was I who
dialed your mental number
while walking alone
the thinking does jump out there
invisible ripples
beep
Beep
BEEP
shhh
hello
mmhmm
we're neither fast nor slow
the both of us like a stop motion film
with close captioning
subtitles
and too low audio
I loved your shoes by the door
they were relaxed
almost sighing
like sleeping puppies piled and disarranged
I know they're always there
waiting their turn
just the thought of them
makes me
smile