Peter's Shoes Poem by Penelope Shuttle

Peter's Shoes



After a year,

I put your black shoes out

for the re-cycler



Two pairs



Our walks go with them,

our days out,

our journeys



In the red casket of the bin

they wait as if for you,

but you're as far away as Dad,



whose new widow

keeps his suede brogues

on guard in the glass porch



to scare off intruders

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