"Fila Shoes"
Is this a figment of my filament's shoes?
In a light bulb's socket?
Or just my imagination?
I found an orange tennis ball under my pillow.
Put the feathers in the pillow case.
Skipped over an art beat's attack.
Placed the chestnuts in the sack and buried the acorns in the back.
Dried helium in a balloon and it rained water in the water tank.
Flooded the tile floors of white and blue.
Did he paint his shoe a rainbow's hue?
Is this poem new to you?
To Andrea:
By Jonathan Billet 10.16.14
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