sneakers –
my thoughts run wild
through the poppies
under thumb –
even my sneakers
feel pressure
jogging . . .
my sneakers splash
an old lady
winter path –
my sneakers
frozen over
playing tennis . . .
my sneakers sometimes
late to the ball
freeway driving –
the cop said my sneakers
were speeding
rainy day –
my sneakers sneaking
across the carpet
banging around . . .
my old sneakers
in the dryer
walking on ants . . .
my sneakers fail
to blend in
running quickly . . .
the shadows of my
sneakers
sneakers –
the dirt of yesterday
still today
a bit muddy . . .
my sneakers
rat me out
cross country . . .
my sneakers’ tongues
hanging dry
clouded moon –
my sneakers change
their minds
getting old –
my sneaker refused
my foot
finally home –
my sneaker enters
before me
moonlit path –
my sneakers leave
their shadows
in the church
pew –
my old sneakers
sneakers –
under foot, but
over the snail
annoyed –
one of my sneakers
kicks a can
sneaking . . .
my sneakers give
me away
playing tag . . .
my sneakers
out ran his
longing to play tennis I become a sneaker
upside down –
my sneakers
petal clouds
spring gust –
my sneakers hanging
from a tree limb
losing balance –
my sneakers dangle
from a high wire
tapping the bat . . .
my sneaker kicks up
a dust storm
playing tennis . . .
my sneakers run
out of bounds
at night
asleep, my sneakers
counting sheep
creaking –
the old wood floor
hears the sneakers
in a mailer . . .
my sneakers show up
at a discount
making love . . .
my sneakers finally
didn’t run
upset –
one of my sneakers
stomps the ground
sneakers –
my thoughts race
the clouds
bike spoke –
my sneaker left
my foot
