Conundrums
Abandoned shoeprints
pressed between night and day.
Muddy, empty, discarded,
throats wide open,
mouths mutely appealing,
tongues untied,
revealed in the act
of escaping
both dark and light.
Two elderly men sip tea.
The loud ticking of a communal clock.
Unshod feet shuffle in white cotton.
Perpetual twilight stirs milk
in dimming eyes.
Exasperated attendants hunt
for lost shoes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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