Shoes

Shoes

How many styles of shoes,

Can one wear in a day.

I guess it depends,

On how crazy the day.

Barefoot this morning,

On a cold Venetian tile floor

My cats stole my slippers;

Which they seem to adore.

Sweats & loafer, I now adorn

Across the street I slide,

For the “old newspaper;

On frigid winter morn.

Stilettos now, I wish,

As I talk with a friend

About a poem for her

That flowed from my pen

Sneakers cover my toes

As I capture my young cat

Just like the four others

It’s time for a spay.

Then old work booths slide on

As I head for my shop,

I need to finish restoring

A 19^th century accounts desk.

The accounts desk is done,

My feet are now bare,

As I curl up to write;

In my old leather chair.

Though not really bare, as I sit there

For my big orange tom cat

Is draped across my feet

Keeping them warm and happy feet

No date tonight, so my feet get a rest

But I’d rather they be in heels,

Below a slinky dress, sliding across the floor;

In the arms of a girl, in similar dress.

© February 20, 2014

D. D.