From Here to the Sidewalk

Peeking from beneath long lashes
his gentle gray eyes search your gaze
for guidance. You show him again –
he messily attempts to mimic
the motions, but the knots won’t hold, and
laces come apart like a Pull ’n’ Peel
cherry Twizzler. Patiently you wait;
he purses his small lips and concentrates
exclusively on the challenge at his feet.
Finally, a feeble bow balances atop
both shoes – his eyes outshine his smile
as he stands and saunters out the door,
displaying his delight in newfound expertise.