shoes

these shoes 

walked the streets of Quebec

Italian, they are, with their fine leather

and delicate straps

these shoes have walked the streets of Paris,

and the dusty roads and pathways of Dakar.

I have turned and kicked in these shoes,

dancing to the music of capoeira

in my sunny room upstairs.

they are lined in sheepskin, so soft

inside, they will travel around the 

world, these Italian shoes, these

dancing, spinning shoes.