I can’t imagine why my shoes
are never in agreement.
Once again they will not point
toward the same direction.
One wants to walk the scenic route
to view the beach below.
The other wants to kick its heel
and fly above the clouds.
This is a study in despair
in which I make no headway.
I only hope I get back home
in time to make my dinner.
response poem to:
and
published in Substack:
Oh Nolcha this is brilliantly done. Satire and absurdity are favourites of mine. I wanted to chat somewhere about how your book launch went.