Surprisingly, the shoes fit,
comfortable as they are expensive.
But, at what price?
After betraying myself
for a bit of bling
I flee to the
comfort of a
well-worn, broken in pair
who accepts me
as I am.

Juxtaposition

Tragedy happens

while the blinding sun shines 

and oblivious tourists walk

on the steaming hot boardwalk

in cheap flip flops

and seasonal tans.

What can we do to reach across time

and change things 

that we had nothing to do with

but were only 

random occurrences 

in the long timeline

of lives 

that intersected ours?