My Trickster Silver Shoes
I saw a picture, and I searched
And found, on sale,
My silver trickster shoes.
Beautiful on, my silver shoes,
But when I walked, they slipped and rubbed,
My painful silver shoes.
I took them off and gave them to
A friend with sturdier feet,
My poor-fitting silver shoes.
One early morning in my closet
I saw again the silver shoes,
My absent silver shoes.
A dream, a phantasm,
A joke, a delusion,
My trickster silver shoes.
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