By Mark Tulin
A worn pair of Converse High Tops
drape from a solitary wire
where the crows balance
and most people ignore.
I see the sneakers hang in the day
and upside down like a bat at night.
Happily and hopefully stuck,
a symbol of teenage revolt.
They look like a size ten.
I wonder what teenager wore them.
They still have tread on their soles,
just frayed around the edges.
It must have taken the kid hours to do,
choosing to immortalize such a thing.
Wanting to be free like a sneaker,
looking down at the world from a solitary wire.
Mark’s poetry and stories are his most effective ways of expressing himself. His upcoming poetry book, Awkward Grace, will be out in early 2020.