Assorted sizes lazily sprawled about the floor,
Leaning upon one another, holding each other up.
Velcro undone, laces loosened and splayed,
Soles bent, tongues pulled out.
Proud scuffs tell their stories,
Grass stains, splattered paint, city subway dirt.
Each pair worn from their travels,
Tired from their journey.
Reunited by the moon.
They relax,
Until the morning sun beckons them away.

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Bio: Lisa Osma is currently in the middle of working on a novel. She has won some writing contest in her local library and small newspaper and dream of people reading her words.

She is a parent to four small children with a passion for writing and reading. She can be found at The Real Mom of Long Island blog.