Summer Shoes

Summer Shoes Certainties like this fields filled with dreams like lips of remembered smiles footsteps on dry stone footfall quiet as heel to toe move on the lane Kicking stones absently, just a moment to disturb the verge as you go, Touching your hair, while those leather shoes bend and sing There is a faint murmur beneath the beach trees silencing tired feet and a world of crows above A place to think, where dreams are brown parcels tied with taut string, Here before open country under a summer sun All the while summer shoes kiss the hot road as if reluctant lovers and those curious cattle watch you pass