where
eagles soar
across
a blue sky.
. . . Hand painted?
Smiling,
and dismissing
our
unspoken question,
“Wallpaper”
he said.
“Got
it from the internet.”
He
moves nimbly about the space
as
he sells shoes,
gives
compliments
and
flirts innocently.
At
the counter
in
the next room
his
sandaled wife
nibbles
her homemade soup
and
reaps the rewards
from
this kind
and
generous man.
An
old woman and her daughter
leave
the eagle aerie,
wearing
new sandals,
a
brighter spring in their step
and
feeling a spirit
to
match that
of
the soaring eagle.
-Joy S. Barefoot, 2007
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