"Patiently Perfect"
with her permission, here it is -
Moth in a quest for fashion's fire,
With sculptured hair and fair attire,
The woman seeks her first desire,
The perfect pair of shoes.
So polished she can see her face,
They'll take her almost anyplace.
She wears them with panache and grace,
Her high-gloss, high-heeled shoes.
Her gentleman is erudite;
His brains are thick with thoughts of flight,
But he can't understand it, quite-
The wonder of her shoes.
If, in a sudden turn of luck
He walks into a garbage truck,
She will not see him getting stuck...
She's buckling her shoes.
Reflective goddess, head to toe,
From shoulder pads to spangled bow-
Her mirrors, and all women know
The splendor of her shoes.
There is a whole other world of local writers that I hope anyone who enjoys reading, poetry or otherwise, will enjoy and support.

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