Samba 9

In the morning

I was looking

Down upon my feet

Size 9 Sambas

Pretty beat

Still new to me

The size had proved

They were huge

My brother's old shoes

Were glued down

To my view

The street is cracked

The path curved out of whack

But I stare and view a thought

That sat in back and brewed

What a joy now, nothing much to lose

Gaze down

A blind surrounds

Me fading space and sound

Around

Cloaked here

Vision clear

Away from

House and street

In bounds

In the evening

We were meeting

Down the walk to play some ball onEvan Tuttle's street

And I shot

And got lucky more than plenty

But my brother's shot was off

And the kids took it rather far

Well Brian stays

But you gotta go away

And the stare down

Samba danced in place

As things got heated

An exclaim we're leaving for home

Still down, no he's not

Gaze down

A blind surrounds

Me fading space and sound

Around

Cloaked here

Vision tearing

On on and on on and on