A STORY OF TOES

No one knows

the story of toes

That lie juxtaposed

on soft pillows

exploring infinity

unclothed

with marks of walks over open meadows

casting shadows

that superimpose

the evening’s dying glows

Fact and fiction transpose

Breaking the quiet with random interpose

Addictive elation Captured in repose

Pixels in defiance of 

calculations and ratios

Hugging the now

unmindful of tomorrow

at the day’s close

They have I suppose

a place in prose

the story of toes

that No one knows