Shoes untied, laces fly
with the reckless abandon
best understood by barefeet
in loose summer shoes
and innocent hearts
chasing clouds, bubbles,
and dreams.

Whether it's because they've
never been told they can't
or because they've decided
just not to listen;
I'm not sure it matters.
So I'm loosening my laces
right now.


Kristina said...

I like your concluding though: loosen those laces!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...barefeet are better anyway...and why we ever learn any different is beyond me...smiles.

Charity said...

doesn't it make you long for summer all over again?