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Visual Poem: Shoetree
The Shoetree
 13/07/08 Some say these loafers are just hanging around The fruit of endless hours hung between heaven and earth Treading the ether in timeless pursuit All ripe and suspended as pensive thoughts Awaiting a meaning of purpose to release Without cause to neglect Without rhythm to beat No task to perform No outcome to seek Each one of a pair Each pair a duet A soulful chorus of footloose feet Their motion of silence a harvest of neglect By seasons unchanged Of reason undressed Between coming and going their lingering call Echoed in the echoes of those dispossessed In waiting without waiting For the fall |
