I dream of the gold
Sandal lying on its side
In the open road
Open-toed and strappy
Not fit for the cold weather
We’re currently having
Did a modern-day
Cinderella lose it out
The car window?
As they sped down the
Four-lane busy road without
A care in the world?
Being transported
To a ball or home from one
By prince charming?
Did they ride with their
Feet out the window, carefree,
And one just fell off?
What did they do when
They got to their destination
With only one shoe on?
Were they carried in
In damsel-in-distress mode
Or were they barefoot?
What will happen to
That lonely golden shoe that
Lies in the road?
(I passed it three times
Going different directions
throughout the day)
Will someone find it
And make a search for its owner
Like in the tale?
Or will it simply
Get tossed into the trash by
The next street sweeper?
I’ve half a mind to
Go rescue the shoe and post
It on Facebook to
See if its owner
Claims the golden high-heeled shoe
Before it’s run over
But for now:
I dream of the gold
Sandal lying on its side
In the open road
