Anniversary of a Narrow Escape
by Cheryl Snell

We go shopping for shoes
that may never be broken in
much less worn out. We can’t dwell
on that. Too much reality
and our thoughts will go
to whimsy: a sudden desire
to learn the guitar or a dead language,
hours spent poring over swatches
for curtains built to last. There’s the conviction
that once committed to a big project
the time we need to complete it
will unroll like fresh turf under our feet.
Who knows how long that grass will grow?
There’s always someone to tamp it down
with the old soft shoe
and the explanation that rescue
works best under a dark sky getting darker,
the forecast filling with rain.

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