4/18/12
1:02
am
Brooklyn
Sunday
Shoes
There
were days that are spent
In
utter delight
Just
as two old friends
Are
brought together in sight
An
erstwhile clash
Where
no one dared to be near
Callous
words were brash,
Repugnance,
sheer
Amid
all the grief
Grace
persisted through
In
a silent ordeal
Where
candor rings true
Friendship
is sweeter
The
second time around
Just
as a new pair of shoes
Brings
happiness abound
