The shoes that rocked their worlds.

Pink school-style kickers.
Rounded at the toe and heel,
One faded from the sun.
Spotted in an afternoon of laughter,
As they trailed through city shops in search of fun.

A source of pleasure,
Bargain-hunt galore,
but who’d have thought they’d be the final crack
A whip of stinging blended sentiment as box embodied form.
And on she stares.