Americans prefer the softer sound
of sneakers; a word on tip-toe,
silent, unfitting. As pathetic
as its English counterpart.
Occasionally, they are head collectors
of bunnies made of dust;
they lurk dormant
waiting for the next exercise burst
that will set them back on track,
for God knows how long.
They hate the ground, and like fists
push their way above it,
until gravity brings them down
in a thunderous whoosh.
They come and go, they ebb and tide
and wait for the next round
to get them out of their comfort zone:
The snug spot below the bed
needs some serious dusting.
in PR we call them tenis (as in tennis shoes).