Things Fall to Earth in Spring
I drive I-5 to work one day
dodging fallen shoes.
Many litter the slow lane,
stylish spiked heels, pointed toes,
three-toned wedgies, multi-hues,
broken, flattened, run over, new.
One fuzzy blue slipper
If her glass mule fell from the coach,
would Prince Charming have found her?
Tomorrow, I’ll keep an eye peeled