by Kirsty Logan
she says
take off your shoes
so I offer them up
feet soft as eyelids on the tarmac
she throws my shoes off the bridge
laughing she calls she shrieks she
floats on a fluffed cloud across the river.
goodbye she shouts I love you bye.
my shoes sink.
I walk home
eyes down
in the shadow of her cloud.
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NaPoWriMo, Day 14.
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