Shoes - Donna Shomer

The room – a scene of last night’s
affair – it could be passion
or foul play.
It tips off the canvas towards
the viewer – as if everything might
slide to the museum floor at your feet.
The alarms would go off and the
dour watchman would scold you or worse.
The other museum-goers would scowl
or ‘tisk’ under their breath or giggle
uncontrollably there are wilted flowers
and tipped glasses and clothing pitched here and there
and shoes at the very corner.
They will drop first, for sure.