Shoe, fly!

And it did;

Shoe flew.

It flew as all shoes do,

Laces flapping up and down at first

And then whipping in circles like a helicopter,

As it gained altitude.

I shook my head,

Took off my other shoe

And set it free, to join its partner.

The left and right shoes tangled laces

And kissed as all shoes do,

Toe and then heel.

I watched as the happy pair joined a flock of shoes

Heading east for the fall.

Some had an early start on making little shoesies,

Which peeped out shyly from inside their parents’ inners,

Too scared to fly just yet,

And too small and unfit and weak to make it on their own

With short laces that couldn’t stand unaided.

I walked home barefoot,

My socks devoured by the hungry shoes

As a parting meal,

And cursed the magic of my imagination.