Red walk

Spike-heeled stilettos

roam the streets in wait.

Red Light District,

in the dark corners of the night.

Shiny leather boots

march defiantly as one.

The world's Red Armies

Unite the Communist front.

Winter pale toes

stomp the season's first fruit.

A silky red wine

born from luscious juice.

Bare Indigenous feet

dance The Brolga with precision.

Dry red dirt

swirling with the movement.

Dorothy's famed shoes

click at the heels.

Ruby Red slippers

Just want to go home.

Swollen ankles - mine,

throb from standing.

Red woollen socks

With a hole in the toe.

© Strauss

6th March 2007