Tennis shoes (today's poem)

Tennis shoes

The athlete waits like an automatic door

when everything is taken in stride of course

and time to challenge the weather picking up

ball and foot coming from behind

the proposal on a better knee

was the start of the chase

streets take the name and buying

comfort wanted to go in

stitching of wrought iron fences

the cars are lacing around corners

25 birds take off leaving a bow

and the knots in trees…it can’t be this long!

color won’t fade from these or the face

or flag no way of white

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Sometimes I’m told, You hurt my head. Mine too, sometimes.

very clever. Thanks for sharing it!

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thanks. I’m kinda glad I didn’t say ‘tied’ bow.

I really like to share here, since you guys can’t come to my blog
where I post all of them.

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I really like this.

It makes me think of the stitching on a patchwork quilt where the patches of the quilt are the gardens in a neighborhood and the fences are the stitches.

It also brings to mind when you’re running or bicycling past a wrought iron fence, it’s almost like a row of stitches marking time as you move along the fence.

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glad it spoke to you.

I don’t worry about sounding too poetic.
it’s never really failed me.

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