Saturday, April 29, 2006
The Suede Salida
He approached the salida like a panther, hunched, poised, breath held, and then the music rose up into its hook and pulled him to my side. He smiled, and the happiness radiated out of him like the sun. He looked down, and my eyes followed his leg to the floor. I have new shoes, he said, and he pointed his toes, showing off the black, flexible suede.
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