This week’s prompt is: Write a letter to a landscape or scene you pass through today (or often). For example, “Dear Williamsburg Bridge,…”
Dear Hanging Shoes
Objects of my veneration: humbled each day
By you in prayerful meditation.
Are you a young man’s heart-beating toss to impress a fresh sweetheart?
Or, are you flung by a bully? And did you fight him back?
Are you a parachuted twisting hurrah of a much-needed good grade?
Or, the consummation of a young man’s celebration on his last day of school?
Are you a cenotaph of some tight-rope walker’s defeat?
Or, did you fall from an angel’s wings on his way to work?
Like my own children’s bronzed first shoes:
Dangling on my street, in front of my house.