Such a SHAME, they all said
Her waning years saw her SLACK off
Even slink off into depression and despair
What a STAIN on her memory, they said
She was always such a helpful, cheerful girl

Georg’ann

Not noble or deep, yet pressing
this QUEST for a basic shoe.
Mid season, closed toe, leather
hint of heel, brown toned. Ideally.
Landscape STARK for my half size
feet, kind of big with a bunion.
Saw the perfect pair in a catalog.
Black, nutmeg, hickory, and plum options, can you imagine?
Not a single one available for me.
They taunt me from the page,
get my highest STAMP, check every box. Thwarted again.
STAIN on my conscience, this
despairing mission to seek
material goods just so
while other tabs on my computer
call to attention true suffering.
As if I needed reminders,
of what I know to be. Daily
the weaving of it all.
Perhaps what I seek is delight,
a pair of joy to carry me
through the work of being present.

Heather