I
saw her for but a split second
driving down Canal toward home
off to the left, next to me, behind me
almost over my shoulder
Something didn’t fit
caught my eye,
even in peripheral vision
made me look again, shake my head
try to make sense of the look
the affect she was going for,
strange,
No, there was something wrong,
out of step, disjointed,
something that caught me
in that slack space,
close to home,
breaking me from the auto-pilot
It was the shoes
Her top was pink, nothing special
she worn grey flare jersey pants,
anything but Capri,
scalloped and stitched at the bottom
in the old days, they would have been called sweats
that made sense, just a block down from Curves
but they weren’t matched to the top,
it was matched
to her pink strap slides
they were the thing that didn’t fit
made me look again
far too formal
They may not have had spiked heels; but they were
shoes she would have worn out to cocktails last night
the bars on Elm Street, or darker ones, closer to the water
shoes for the club scene, not a stroll down on Canal
incongruous on the sidewalk
in the middle of the day
in the sunlight, harsh, revealing
visible for a moment
as she strutted down, purposeful,
toward the bridge
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Edited November 5, 2012
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June 24, 2006 20:24
Pink Slides
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driving down Canal toward home
off to the left, next to me, behind me
almost over my shoulder
Something didn’t fit
caught my eye,
even in peripheral vision
made me look again, shake my head
try to make sense of the look
the affect she was going for,
strange,
No, there was something wrong,
out of step, disjointed,
something that caught me
in that slack space,
close to home,
breaking me from the auto-pilot
It was the shoes
Her top was pink, nothing special
she worn grey flare jersey pants,
anything but Capri,
scalloped and stitched at the bottom
in the old days, they would have been called sweats
that made sense, just a block down from Curves
but they weren’t matched to the top,
it was matched
to her pink strap slides
they were the thing that didn’t fit
made me look again
far too formal
They may not have had spiked heels; but they were
shoes she would have worn out to cocktails last night
the bars on Elm Street, or darker ones, closer to the water
shoes for the club scene, not a stroll down on Canal
incongruous on the sidewalk
in the middle of the day
in the sunlight, harsh, revealing
visible for a moment
as she strutted down, purposeful,
toward the bridge
-----
Edited November 5, 2012
Pink Slides – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/pink-slides-v2.html
Pink Slides
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/06/pink-slides.html
And no, I have no idea what she looked like.
America, colors, shoes, Driving, eyes, faith poetry, Family, God, home, June, light, Manchester NH, New Hampshire, pink, poem, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, senses, Writing Poetry
#shoes #America #colors #Driving #eyes #Family #God #light #ManchesterNH #NH #pink #poem #poetry #senses #Writing
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