Wayzata, Minnesota

Friday, July 17, 2015

Step by Step

Slowly she moved into the night, roaming.. Step by step, inch by inch, she moved as silently as wind caught in a tunnel of love.

"Old Americana vintage gangster stuff has a fantastical feel; it feels less dirty in a way. It feels like the opera of crime." - Shia LaBeouf


Rolling smoothly
Every step she took
surreptitiously stroked 
 around the earth's surface like a satellite
rocketing beyond control
as if she were a Rook on the move.
She never backtracked
you'd be bananas to imagine her suggestive glide
were anything but her shapeliness being included
as an unannounced
force around an otherwise squelched 
misdemeanor, of stealing the last cherry
in the kitchen of her heart.
Long stride short
if only she'd worn sneakers.


TexWisGirl said...

i couldn't manage those heels - especially on a train track! :)

Gail said...


Helen said...

Both pieces really nice! Unhinged reality, love the contrast of those words.

The Blog of Bee said...

In the kitchen of her heart. Love that!

eileeninmd said...

Wonderful poem and image. Have a happy weekend!

Elephant's Child said...

Clever. And don't we all have an unhinged reality or two in our lives...

Cloudia said...

Well constructed, worth reading, leaves us with a laugh - fine!

Paul & Zoanna Zubrowski said...

I'm amused by how you fit "bananas" and "sneakers" into the loftier language of the poem.

Small City Scenes said...

What an interesting explosion of words

Geets said...

That was indeed very powerful..


Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Have cherries always been in the heart? (I'd rather not elaborate, if you don't mind.)

Jeanie said...

Love the kicker at the end with the sneakers!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Sensible shoes for sure-footed stealth!

Kathe W. said...

great poem- perfect last line!