The Quays... Poem by GRANT FRASER

Two shoes,
one old
one new

Sauntering
through different
locations of Space,

Let's face it,
we're pretty much
on the other side,

As the one in here,
looks somewhat different,

It's you and me
that covers all inner
space on a daily basis,

Yours is at the other side
of mine,

locked!

May I sit at your door,

Please?

It's your footsteps,
planting each, puncturing the air,

And I follow the tops of your
footwear as if I might catch you...

Hidden, peering out!

For shiny heels always omit,
it's Careers, we have Careers...

With no time to dream,

The world of commerce is all
there is,

But I want to break thru
the hard skin of time,

Which is nothing but a pretend
design,
for everything could end tomorrow,

Nothing down here holds permenance,

And we keep running away,

I mean we're just, trying on our feet,

hopelessly dying it would seem...

(to run...)