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UNWANTED STILETTOS
I relish the composure of evening
Which slithers far into hidden places
That beyond uptown’s jarring noise,
I kick off my voguish high heels
And wander through a burst of evergreen:
A quiet grove where young ivy climbs
Soothes my head to imbue deepened calm,
That flinging these tight office stilettos
Allows a body-mind to unleash work’s distress
In Nuvali Park where birds scuttle by…
How rhythmic the air, its honeyed waft
Entices a need for wanton barefoot prance;
As I feast on thrilled leisure of being shoeless.
5/18/2019
Night Shoes Contest of Anthony Slausin
Copyright ©
nette onclaud
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