New Shoes

New shoes
Thrill me
Just as much
As when I went to Potters
With mom
And left 
In speedy red Zips
And a matching balloon 
(That would end up
On the ceiling of 5/3rd bank)
Loosely tethered 
To my wrist

I’m sure
If it were advisable 
I’d be able to run faster
In my new green Keens 
And leap up to pull
That balloon down
From the highest bank ceiling

Place

Remember the magpies

how he nicknamed them

“Orca Whale-bird”

Remember the foxglove 

violet tunnels enclosing 

traveling bees

Remember the deep base notes

of burning bog cut peat 

glowing crimson 

behind cracked glass

Remember our children 

like hobbits, lofted

poking blooming faces

through heart shaped cutouts

Remember the bleeding heart fuchsia 

sheltering over

the yellow hope of buttercups