Shoelace

Jena Woodhouse
On a path aglow with sunset
a young girl bends to tie her shoelace
until she is ambushed by the day's last flare
that collides with my vision of her
so that all I can see is an undifferentiated
blur of child and her shadow, the sun's might
dazing her eyes, the lace in her hand
hanging limp, still untied...