Your Shoes by the Door

It was my birthday

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