Deconstruction

Lately, you are rearranged

I find your feng shui strange

It simply just doesn’t fit

with mine, even a bit

There’s no common ground

no board for sound

I’m not certain if this has been by design

but now, our angles never seem to align

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Shoes, Other Than Your Own

These shoes fit me fairly well

I’ve worn them for a time

The shoes on your feet

very different from mine

Never have I tried yours on

neither have you mine, in kind

You know not the condition of my sole(s)

nor I, whether your walk might lead to gold

I will gladly tell you of my shoes

the journey, the comfort, the wear and tear

I too, will listen if, of your shoes

you choose some tales you dare to share

We then, will learn of each other’s trudging

and thus avoid a quickness in judging