“Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.”
“In the alley where I last saw Justine, there was no sun. The storefronts displayed carnation bouquets and orthopedic shoes and hearing aids, but in the alley, these same stores were just dark walls, and looking at them was like looking at the back of someone who has turned and walked away from you.”
“A blind Justice is merely an impartial Justice. True Justice would have eyes in the back of her head and a pair of mismatched shoes.”
“For it is through humility, he knew, that holiness--and poetry--find entrance to the human soul.”
“Always follow your dreams, even if they lead you down a few dark alleys.”
“One, two, three / Buckle my shoe.”