MY SHOES

My shoes
are a pair
of twins
that stand by my bed
in the dark.

When I sleep
they walk
up a wall,
down a hall,
across the ceiling.

Do they open the window?
Do they open a door?
Do they run through the streets
silently?
quickly?

Do they climb up a tree
to sway on a branch?

Does a bird bring them grass
to make them a nest?

Do they borrow some wings
to fly to my room?

Do they land by my bed
with leaves in their laces

waiting for morning
and my own two
feet?

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