Winner of the 2009 SNHU Poetry Contest
My Lost Shoe
by Alicia Beane
And in all the world I left you here,
Trapped forever in my rusty heart.
Why did I not bury you
In one of those old pyramids-
Circular, twisting, never ending
Maze of ancient dead?
Perhaps then I would lose you,
For good, forever.
But no, I chose your prison
Instead inside my soul.
So now I’m left running,
Shouting, hunting,
Trying so hard to rip you out.
Throw you on the streets.
Could I walk away?
No. I’d probably go back-
Like I always do-
Retrieving my lost shoe.
Amoskeag 