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