For Fourth

You disappeared one day./
You took your brilliant words/
and perfectly timed guitar taps/
and the ends of my sentences away./

On Abandoned Shoes

By Shakira Sison I’ve seen them often enough on sidewalks, subway platforms and parkbenches, or even  hanging from trees. I’ve always wondered what theirstories were


Of course I’ve severed./
And more quickly, I’ve burned,/
finding the gaps more easily filled/
than its connections appeased/
or learned./