There are so many things I could do for this post because I get attached to things and I can’t possible keep them all — so many people and things gone but not forgotten. But given the season, I wanted to keep it light and not be too much of a downer. So I decided to do a repost of something I published when I first started this blog.
I dug these boots out of the back of my closet. I’m trying to clean things out..the usual New Year’s resolutions. I’d probably keep them for a Halloween costume or something if they still fit, but they are WAY too tight. Before discarding them, I took a trip down memory lane and decided I would give them a little “memorial”; a photo and an off-the-cuff poem…
Viva Le 80s
The boots were ripped from a dark back closet corner;
layers of dust had dimmed them some,
decades converted playful to garish.
In their heyday
they were club fodder, party wear, perfect companions
for a young woman’s feet as they danced the night away,
hugging and supporting them,
best friends through twenty-something dramas,
crushes, lost boyfriends, flip-flopping passions.
But maturity and years, life’s weight,
layered on and the boots got tight, were obsolete;
they became jokes, banished ghosts of youth.
Back in the light, they need a new home,
a new friend,
New retro-chic feet.
Last Train to QVille 