Red shoes out of step in a busy street

Flowers in a field of continental quilt

Soon people stop to look or stare

After all, fashion is a serious affair

Two colors or more will make a flag

But only Red can stand out in a crowd

Without the media luna or a white star

These shoes are claiming freedom out loud

Happy owner Katia walks with pride

Nonchalant, with none to hide

Maybe it is just a thought of mind

That she is there for me to find

Black, brown, white or beige

Conditioned by the makers to conform

All so gracefully fit the leg

It is trendy and within the norm

Crossing the crowded urban street

Those shoes will surely not retreat

Unlike images that went their unknown way

Katia and her Red shoes will never stray