maybe my new shoes
will take me to the Moon
where I can kick up lunar dust,
leaving behind my size 7 footprints
next to Neil’s left behind so many
years ago, undisturbed but by
the many tiny micrometeoroids
lofting tiny clouds of dust;
or
across ceilings free of dog hair
and dust bunnies, of rabbit
droppings and black scuff marks.
my old red shoes alternately
trudged, danced and skipped
across the earth,
I’m ready for new
adventures.
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