| High Heels (from The Land of Us) |
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Walking back from the beach I see a pair of high heels up ahead on the grass under maple trees. They look like the ones I borrowed from my mother's best friend, one summer night at Lake Tahoe forty years ago. Brand new three inch heels — badly scuffed by late evening. I had some white polish the kind that smelled like ink. I don't remember my date or what we did, only the worry over how perfect I could get those shoes to look. When I come close, there are no high heels, only a strip of twisted metal glinting in afternoon sun. |
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