L: Ohh! How I hate slush!
and those icy roads
threatening our contact
R: Her voice! Her voice complaining
that our touch is too smooth
Too slick for the season
L: Unbelievable!
Where is the respect?
When was style forgotten?
R: The bitch fell down
So what?
Everyone falls someday
L: Winter is coming
dark days ahead
back into that closet
R: Soon forgotten!
while that bulky pair
makes the rounds
L: Oh! So unfair!
How I hate that stuffy couple
heavy and slow
R: They’ve got no manners
no etiquette
no heels, no style
L: Can’t breath here
it’s too crowded
I miss the rain …
_____Adriana Citlali
I-XII-MMXIII
This poem is written for dVerse Poetics: A mile in these Shoes.