Today I made my annual purchase
of my favorite Talbot’s driving shoes…
Deep coral-red this year,
Cactus Flower, they call it.
Last year’s were Cornflower,
light blue and comfortable, stylish.
Simply too-too, if you know what I mean.
The young woman
in front of me at the register
stopped her purchase, reached out to them.
Oh, I need a pair! and hurried to the shoe racks.
But, you have nothing red, said her husband.
He chose the practical navy.
She and I raised an eyebrow.
One does not wear red shoes,
or blue, or yellow, or purple,
to match what she else wears.
She- we- wear shoes to brighten the day
to shock the eye, to make her-us laugh.
She did not buy them just then. He seemed relieved.
She whispered, like Arnold, “I’ll be back.”