Red Shoes
- J L Birch
- Dec 13, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 7, 2022
now that my father
is gone
who will celebrate
my tying
the new canvas
running shoes
at the bottom of
the stairs
lace over lace through
each eyelet
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