Poetry

by

Koda		


	






Shoes


© Koda 1992







The view is from the shoes of a dancing


madman laughing at the moon,


as he releases the captured spirits


of indians from mirrors


he submerges beneath stars


reflecting on the warbling surface


of a satin coated pond.


The lost souls drift up from the water


as twisting mist to crowd around


his one-legged hopping, pirouetting form


like a dim-witted group of lanky


teenage boys waiting for someone


to tell them the direction of their lives.




He tells them


Faith precedes knowledge;


Knowledge releases from faith, and religion.




They lose faith in themselves and disappear.




He baptizes himself, but once under


loses his face


which dies screaming against the surface 


of water sure enough to walk on.





The moonlight enlightens


His shoes, left upon the bank,


which turn in the mud to face the distant


approach of a dawn they believe in,


but cannot be certain will arrive.









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