The White Shoes

white leather shoes

the long gravel driveway

the Pina Colada song,

Twilight is the loneliest time of day.

On the eighth day god created the tide

the tide is high but i’m holding on.

train, train

and it is not a fate worse than death

for there are no acts of nature

that tell us that.

death is the worst

and it does not come around again.

wiping the dust off the white leather tennis shoes,

now brown leather topsiders

and Halloween caves and tree caves

and old men raising young children

and now they too are gone.

old men alone in the park

old men, in Birkenstocks

and now they are gone too,

another life lived and gone.


About anthonyuplandpoetwatkins born in Jackson, The United States August 04, 1959 gender male website genre Poetry, Historical Fiction influences James M. Lancaster, Brenda Black White, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, and Al Filreis member since March 2011 About this author edit data As one of the most public lives ever lived by a private citizen, there is little about me that isn't already available at Facebook or Shelfari and countless other places. Poet, writer, construction worker, salesman, truck driver, climber into the attics of total strangers, father and husband, and all around one of the luckiest men on the planet. My luck continued with a win in the June Goodreads Newsletter Contest! What an honor! http://anthonyuplandpoetwatkins.wordp... Additional Influences: Bob Dylan, William Faulkner, Barbara Kingsolver, Gloria Naylor, Eudora Welty
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