My shoes watch out for every step,
kicking the pebbles into the shadows of time.
these heels scuffing
over concrete expansion joints,
End to end, the flat souls shine from the earth’s buffing,
gliding cool along the road
to the corner convenient store.
where the profiles of night-walkers,
hiding behind in the images of lace.
skippers and nippers, jukes and slip-ons,
passing one another.
My shoes, leaping from cloud to cloud,
picking up the pace.