denied

Silver shadows stalk in stillness.
what is closed yields.
and i feel you there,
at the crux
soiled stones washed free in wind and rain...

(the brook bubbling like the lava
that heats it deep within.)

My leg still curves across your body
in dreams contained, frozen Tupperware solid

and the trees whisper,
"we peaked through your windows that night."
taunting, deliberate leaves shaking their laughter at our folly.

cinderella's flip flops

The danger of running in shoes that don't give you solid footing is that you could trip. But to trip is to stumble upon something new and leaving one shoe behind isn't all that bad if the someone who finds and returns that flipped flop, your grounding, is yourself.