Clogs for Sale, Amsterdam, Netherlands

I slipped outside in my son's blue shoes,
shoes now too big for me to fill, slipped outside

to see Bellatrix just as blue and Earthly stars
crossing the hardwood next door

the cat spent the day ferrying the blue beta fish
up and down the stairs, oblivious

to my daughter's tears        tonight she paddles
through dreams in my bed, tiny in her blue

baseball T     the bed a sea my rebellious flesh
sailed once, cruised hungry as a pirate ship

threaded delta to cordillera with the needled bones
of my neck        go red go red go red

and laugh while you can, clomping about in clogs
of Copenhagen blue, conduct kinesics

on the beating telegraph
of his temples

2007 by PJ Nights

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