Thanksgiving in Arlington 2014
Walking… the pace was quick,
Following from behind.
An old black man noticing wing tip shoes,
Heels worn, and needing a shine,
Stood in front of me pointing at my shoes,
Eyes crusted with his last night’s sleep,
“I can fix that?” floated through a smile,
Snapping a clean white rag and with an ear to ear grin
Half whispers, “where you goin’ lookin’ like that?”
C’mon Pop! I heard a voice say.
I went around, following the call.
Trying to catch up in my saunter, synchronized in thought
Behind young feet, I crossed the street, to the other side
thinking, I know my shoes and their vast shiny miles.
I have no place I need to go! So, I follow from behind;
Traveling on busy city streets on a child’s path,
paved for shoes, just like mine
The only gifts
that are recognized as gifts
to be given away,
are those you once received.
Where, in the giving,
passing the significance,
you are just as astounded
as when you once received it;
and accepting its importance,
whether it’s a baseball hat,
or, a newly minted