DISAPPOINTMENT
is the Saturday morning shop-girl whose
ankles have thickened and thighs spread
from just standing there, waiting.
The purpose-driven nurse squeaks by in
crepe-soled lace-ups, but Disappointment
shifts her weight impatiently from foot to foot
on needlepoint stilettos, her moist fingers
ready to grab the hastily-packed bag
that topples ill-concealed behind
the changing-room curtain.
Even while her neck grows long as a
giraffe’s as it strains to reach the top-most
leaves that continue to feed her dream,
clear-as daylight floods through stripped
lower branches and illuminates the path
she should have taken long ago: the one
forged by swift footsteps of women
whose managed lives swish smartly
out the door on their new kicker heels,
leaving three-legged hopefuls to their
worn-souled, shop-soiled schemes.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Sheila
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Newfie Hugs Rose
as it (I) get. Of course, thats easy to say when you're
twelve going on a hundred and ten. One thing certain, dear
Kate, I'm never disappointed in the way you write. Add my
name to those who love your giraffe. -gene.
I just love the incredibly apt giraffe reference, and the kicker heels are just perfect ;-)
Here's to putting our souls in charge of our lives from now on!
Love,
Christine
Strong and stronger, Kate, this work, hitting where it hurts, where it's real but how well the blows are told!
John
George
fee
Cheers,
Dan
Regis
Amor