by Czechlister

Silhouetted against the sky
They never cease to draw my eye,
Faded red canvas, nearly pinkish white,
Stoic, silent sentinels watching day and night.

Eyelets frozen in winter’s sleet,
Tongues dried up in summer’s heat,
Eternally slung over the humming wire,
Bared soles drooping over worn-out tires.

Twisted, knitted, tied together,
Will knotted laces last forever?
Twirling in the wanton winds
Ne’er to touch the ground again.

Twined tight, over the wire tossed,
Two soles forever both bound and lost.