three sized shoes II

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That story of the red shoes

so wished for that they hurt:

longings that grew fledgling wings

and couldn’t be undone

the way you might rip sticky tape from paper.

 

Feathered wishes in red leather

with buckles and trim straps

that danced you imaginings

and then danced them again.

 

 

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