Sonnet #1 (Boutique 9 Boots Go Walking) Poem by Steph Kjaerbaek

Over his face, she flipped a mug of beer:
'If your heart wasn't made for talking,
Baby, these boots were made for walking.'
Onward she walked down that road each year.
Bored, and alone, by a dead-air telephone;
Romantic display held at bay;
She recalled the rhythm of her sashay;
Thoughts of dismay entered her zone.
Breath exasperated escaped her nose;
He dreamed about a bad and pretty girl,
As petty as Madame X in repose.
He called her a precious ocean pearl.
Belinda laced up her boots from Boutique 9,
She bit her bottom lip and curved her spine.