YOUR SHOES

I look at your shoes today

long and narrow

I hold one in my hands

Smell the sweet mixture of

fine leather and light sweat

My fingers move slowly

across the soft worn surface

you have so carefully rubbed

with brown Kiwi over the years

I hear your firm footsteps

see your long stride

across our wooden floors

quickly up and down the stairs

on concrete

briskly down the street

You've walked life at an angle

against the wind

I see by the swirl

on the ball of the sole

that most of your turns are to the right

My left handed man

I love you