Tai chi shoes, he wore, left them at my house

I mailed them, but he’d flown south

I trace his travels in shoes

 

Here crows fly east at dusk every day

ritual magic carpet

rides – adventure in the sky

 

map of North America in the light

finger slides here, florida

I trace his travels in shoes

 

mom sent sandals to Athens but I’d left

for London – that was the past

long ago, when I had wings

 

he needed walking shoes spent weeks searching

cobblestones found size twelve Keds

I trace his travels in shoes

 

view from my window busy chickadees

flutter honeysuckle buds

constant motion, ready flight

 

I trace his travels in shoes