A Flip Flop Fable
Once upon a time there was a woman who had flip flops for shoes.She had a car and two feet but still could not move.
She was stuck between her choices, a crazy place to be.
So she climbed up a palm and built a house tree
She used all the fronds to make a roof o're her head
And tied them together with vines that were dead.
She read lots of books and thought about life
For she once was a daughter, a mother, and a wife.
Now all had changed; she had nothing to do
But to sit around moping, thinking of a pair of real shoes.
As the sun set to the west and the time for rest was near,
She listened carefully to what she could hear.
As faint as a ghost on a foggy night,
She saw swinging freely a curious sight.
Right there between one frond and another
Was a pair of sneakers which once belonged to her mother.
They had been tossed over the dangling electric wire.
A sign that set an idea on fire.
It burned in her brain like a forest ablaze;
The smoked-filled air was a thick smothering haze.
She thought awhile with nothing to say
But took those shoes down and wears them today.
Her tree house is gone and so the wire.
All were eaten by a very peculiar fire.
Watch the street if you will for something left in a pack.
For she left her flip flops inside it and she never looked back.
Her hair is a mess, charred, and smokey
But she now has a home, some shoes, doing time in the pokey.
Though hurricanes blow and lightening strikes,
She's doing her time flying arsonous kites.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2014-06-28 at 02:33
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