Little feetpromenade in cellulose
memories saved, as
well worn rhymes dance solo
in a curious ode to joy.
Gilded tracks
trace the commute to
a cameras' published heart,
as childlike sprites
abducted from a book
of hostage spirits
escape to waltz again
in a lifetime
gone away.
Baby shoes encrusted with bronze protective coatings, remember when...yeah, yeah, me too, showing our age huh!
Had a brief moment of sunshine yesterday,
so I quick snapped this fleeting shadow of a shoestring stiff with age...
hey...it's a shadow...right!!!
And it's winter in the Heartland...you gotta be quick!
Anyway, go check out the really far out shadows over at
Harriet's place...K!!!
