SHOES: A Poem (3/16/2018)
I can’t get the image out of my head - all the empty shoes on the White House lawn. It is a constant in my waking hours and haunting my sleep. http://time.com/5198721/capitol-gun-death-protest-shoes/ Why hasn't this caused more of a stirring? Shoes are life. They represent the journey, the travels, the destinations of their owners. They stretch to fit; they confirm to a person’s shape. They carry dust from where you’ve been and point in the direction of the future. It seems as though a great sadness settles into the shoes that will never again be worn by their owner. SHOES by Autumn Boyet Stinton (3/16/2018) Donned to protect the “souls” of my feet Directing me forward to those I will meet. Conforming and stretching to fit me just right Responsible to be not too loose or too tight. Able to fit any mood, any style, any need Propelled from my past, to my future you lead. A shoe must be filled to know