Crooked Feet 

I saw a girl

Walk down the street 

With hair of red 

And crooked feet 

And thought per chance 

If we had met

Would she have smiled 

If I had set 

The standard 

If I had paused 

To shake her hand 

Had it not been 

A great demand 

From me in my fragility 

That I’d prefer 

She did not see 

Or just perhaps 

She walks like me 

Alone with my 

Uncertainty 
©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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