Shopping with a girlfriend, we went to schmooze
at Steinmart: she looked at clothes,
I looked at shoes, found D'Orsay pumps,
circa 1940s, black leather, of course, 2" heels,
and even worse, zero support of any kind.
To the world at large, I posed this question,
"One more pair of high heels before I die?"
"You Go Girl," was one reply from woman nearby.
They made my legs look like New York City,
but more's the pity, I'm 80, not 40, and
these killer pumps so sexy pretty, I took them
home to the practice zone. Next day,
a train wreck of reality check-- much regret,
Steinmart accepted my D'Orsays back.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2012
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