Shoe Court

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    Shoe Court

    You turn your glare
    upon me,
    I am cross-examined...
    I look down,
    to escape your tone...

    I study my shoes..
    the miles they've gone,
    a hole in my soul...

    the tear drops,
    upon my toe..

    It's journey
    from eye to shoe,
    a split second
    representing years..

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    lightcourier commented on Shoe Court

    07-20-2009

    Nice! Loved the juxtaposition! Very moving! Nicely written! Thanks!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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