a foreign land

By Parson Thru

Mon, 16 May 2016
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a foreign land

 

on a balcony above the street

the glue I used to fix my shoes

is drying in the heat

 

they were my dad’s

repaired with love

abused daily by my tired feet

 

news came of a distant birth

another lonely soul

arrived to walk upon the earth

beneath the sun that warms this terrace

burns my face and drains you

in a desperate troubled place

 

the heat that fixes heel to shoe

bonds me to you

in ways that no one else can share


it's how it is
 

cheers from a nearby square

mark a killing

hot blood spilling

drying in the thirsty sand

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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Tosh! :)

Parson Thru

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

I could almost taste that fragrant glue drying on your Dads old shoe.  It's a smell of my own childhood, too.

Linda

Submitted by Parson Thru on

It's nice to have those phantom smells Linda. The shoe is still holding together after a day in the field.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

 

Linda

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello again Kevin,

Loved this but especially this 

'the heat that fixes heel to shoe

bonds me to you

in ways that no one else can share
it's how it is'

Moya

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hello again Moya. Thank you. It sounds better the way you read it. :)

I'm wearing them now as I finish a coffee and jamon y queso caliente. Still stuck! My dad's old watch, too Still have a long way to go to be as well-travelled as him. But it was cheaper then.

Parson Thru