Was That My Good Shoe
Green and orange cover. Sitting forlornly with teeth marks.
The Magic of Thinking Big.
Other pages lying in bits, strewn from bedroom to living room.
Thank you Buddy.
Was that my good shoe? Joe asks as he walks past.
Buddy is whipping chunks of the sole out onto the carpet.
That depends, I say.
Was your good one the right one or the left one?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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