Things Fall in Spring!
by Ann Privateer
I drive to work
dodge fallen shoes
littering the slow lane.
Stylish, spiked heels
three toned wedgies
broken, flattened
run over; a fuzzy blue
slipper recalls Cinderella’s
glass mule. I wonder, if it fell
from the coach would
Prince Charming have found her?
Tomorrow, I’ll keep an eye peeled
for socks.
About the Poet
Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. She grew up in the Midwest and now resides in Northern California. Some of her photography has appeared in Third Wednesday, and poetry in Voices 2022, to name a few.
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