scuffed and still going

i have walked so many miles in these shoes.

the red shoes have traipsed across new york
alaska
arizona
los angeles
london
seattle
too many classrooms to count
vashon.

lately, every time i look down
i see that one foot is on the edge
lifted
poised to pounce.

since i took this picture
i have been trying to remind
myself
to stand on both feet
firmly on the ground.

calming to the eye

People on the street have forgotten the reason.

Driving him to work, a woman behind us pressed her hand to the horn,
five minutes straight,
because a car blocked her way.

Where is she going?

Too much gaudiness in the season.

I like having something simple,
a place where my eyes can rest.