The Shoes

Me, aged three

The shoes shone in a
crescent of reflected light
moon-like & aglow.
I ran — aged three -
to show off newness
to all who could see.

If I had noticed the sole
pure & shining as my own
I might have walked —

instead, I slipped & fell
hit my head & those new
shoes turned black to red.

Copyright Simon Heathcote