Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Yellow Plates

July 21, 2012

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Twenty five years, scrubs blue

Drops of blood on running shoes

Determined movement with shoulders wide

Strength behind glasses, pride

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Fumes of spent love drift,

as keys turn in their place.

The door locks,

and the black car pulls away,

as does the heart.

~

Skin-toned canvas pulls on metal poles.

Latches squeak;

against wind they hold.

Material from heat and sun is shielding,

except where there live holes.

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Straining, as does the weave of two,

this canvas stretching

this couple too,

amongst palms,

yellow plates and many shoes,

lined along the entry wall.

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The wind to rest, so as to relieve the tension,

relax the canvas.

The wind to slow, not pull the latches.

Given is a chance to catch a breath,

inhale strength and as I do, rest.

~

Prepared for the next storm

are tarp and myself.

Winds stir; latches tighten.

Another ache, my muscles brace.

The black car pulls away,

as does the heart.

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