Treasure Island

Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Shoes


when you're young
a pair of
female
high-heeled shoes
just sitting
alone
in the closet
can fire your
bones;
when you're old
it's just
a pair of shoes
without
anybody
in them
and
just as
well.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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